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.