Claudia Joy: (to Betty) When is your surgery? Roxy: She's not having it. Claudia Joy: Why not? Roxy: She's short three grand. I keep telling her to sell the Hump Bar, but she won't. Betty: This place has been truer to me than any man I've ever been with, Roxy. I can't sell it. It's better we just go out together. Claudia Joy: There has to be something we can do. Roland: Yeah. Betty: Forget it. I mean, who needs surgery? It's like putting lipstick on a pig.