Enter Lady Gently Perspiring

Lady Slush: Phew! Is it over yet?
Lord Romper (The Romper): It can't be. They haven't played Flash Gordon yet!
Lady Slush: Oh, yes. I'd forgotten the traditional curtain call.
Lady Mishap: You look a trifle tipsy. Do mind how you toddle along.
Lady Slush: Show me an eligible Lord and you might see me breathe out of static. Otherwise, I'm
going down on the grass.
Lady Mishap: You want to be more like Darling Bell. She's turned down four proposals already. And
one was even a proposal to build her a new house.
Lord Romper (The Romper): I think today she's engaged too much in dance.
Lady Mishap: That ra-ra dress has never stopped working.
Lady Slush: Whilst I have trouble holding onto my headband.
Lady Mishap: Oh, you've lost your feather, or is it your flower?
Lady Slush: I'm using it as a cocktail stick.
Lord Tattle: This would realy be a breakthru... Spiffing dance, Lady Hap.
Lady Mishap: Thank you..You look quite danced-out tho. Why don't you sit down with this fine lady.
Lord Tattle: Don't mind if I do. Legs are a little drunk you know.
Lord Romper (The Romper): Sit next to her, not ON her, Man!
Lady Slush: Leave him alone. He's my drunk. I'll make room for him.
Lady Mishap: Lady Cupid strikes again...Oh, Flash Gordon!