MADGE: Lola, follow me, dearest.
LOURDES: Are you people seeing this?
MADGE: Do come along, now.
LOURDES: When did my mother turn into a MUM? That woman wore a leotard and a top hat not that long ago, and now she's wearing a TRENCH COAT with shoes she borrowed from Queen Elizabeth? It's so ... sedate, and appropriate.
MADGE: Don't dilly-dally, darling. Chop-chop.
LOURDES: Like, when you're in a photo with Madonna, and the weirdest thing happening is that you YOURSELF are wearing a dress with flailing people on the hem and threadbare tights that may have been laundered in acid, shit has gone APE, is all I'm saying.
MADGE: Watch your language, Lola. Young ladies do not use such blue words.
LOURDES: Wait, maybe she's secretly naked under that thing.
MADGE: LOLA. WELL I NEVER.
LOURDES. Sigh. Never mind. SNORE. Wake me when she brandishes a bull-whip.
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