Charlene:
[first lines; as Cathy tries on a swimsuit behind a fitting room curtain]
You can do it, Cathy! Think of the white beaches! Think of the *men*!
Cathy Andrews:
[behind the curtain]
I'm going with Irving, Charlene.
Charlene:
Hey, is it my fault you're going to a singles' resort with a boyfriend? I'll be spending *my* vacation cleaning my storage room. Think of romping through the *waves*!
Cathy Andrews:
Romping?
[pants twice]
Cathy Andrews:
In this? I wouldn't even sit up in public in this.
Charlene:
[pulling the curtain back to see Cathy's yellow swimsuit]
Let's see!
[they scream in fright]
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