WILBUR: I know I don't think I can afford to stay here. I got a bad feeling about this Chick.

CHICK: Wilbur, you've got to stop thinking only about yourself. Think of the girls. 

WILBUR: I'm always thinking about girls, Chick; especially pretty ones. 

CHICK: There you go again; thinking only about yourself. 

WILBUR: I am not! I'm thinking about the girls too. Woo-hoo!

CHICK: Stop that! Now the girls must be here some place.

WILBUR: I hope they're pretty. 

CHICK: That shouldn't make any difference, Wilbur. We're here to help clean this place up. 

WILBUR: You say it doesn't make any difference now. 

CHICK: And it won't make any difference later. Now let's find the girls. 

WILBUR: I want the pretty one this time. 

CHICK: What do you mean this time? 

WILBUR: You always get to go out with the pretty one. 

CHICK: That just isn't so. 

WILBUR: Remember last weekend? 

CHICK: What's last weekend got to do with anything? 

WILBUR: We double dated and you got the pretty one. 

CHICK: You're imagining things. 

WILBUR: Yours had teeth! 

CHICK: Now come on Wilbur, your date had teeth too. 

WILBUR: They weren't hers. 

CHICK: You're being ridiculous!

WILBUR: She had so much bridge work every time I tried to kiss her I had to pay a toll. 

CHICK: Now you are being ridiculous! 

CHICK: I don't mean to be disrespectful but I think this psychic business is.... well.... 

PORTIA: Is a lot of bunk and nonsense. This psychic business is just tin foil on a nut bar? 

CHICK: That's exactly what I think. 

PORTIA: And I knew you were going to say that! 

NANCY: That's amazing! 

PORTIA: I knew you were going to say that too. 

NANCY: But what did you mean about the pain Sissy had the night of her prom? I'm her best friend and she won't even tell me. 

SISSY: I don't think we need to talk about that. Now come along, Madame Bugatti, we have ghosts and ghouls to get rid of. 

PORTIA: My darling, it would be best if you put this senior prom trauma behind you. 

SISSY: I'm not the one who brought it up. 

PORTIA: It was her senior prom. 

SISSY: Okay fine! Madame Bugatti, why don't you tell them what happened. Tell them everything if you really are a psychic.

NANCY: I thought you believed in her. 

SISSY: I do, but she can't possibly know my deepest darkest secret.

PORTIA: Bugatti knows all and sees all.

SISSY: But do you have to tell all?

PORTIA: It's part of the package. Now silence. Bugatti sees you have a pretty new dress and a date with the captain of the basketball team.

SISSY: Football team.

PORTIA: Am I telling this story or are you? You have a prom date with the captain of the football team, but at the last minute he comes down with bubonic plague and must cancel the date. At the last minute your mother makes your cousin Edgar take you.

SISSY: And Edgar had really bad breath too.

PORTIA: But he was a good dancer! Once you get there Edgar falls in love with the Latin teacher, but the football coach is in love with the Latin teacher. The coach takes Edgar outside. Edgar gets his nose broken and goes home.

SISSY: It was the worst night of my life.

PORTIA: But it wasn't finished. You are heart broken but it gets worse. You see the young man who says he has bubonic plague but he is well. He is dancing with your best friend Petunia who is wearing the corsage you picked out. You take Petunia outside and Petunia hits you in the nose. You spend the rest of your prom playing checkers with the janitor in the broom closet. End of story!

NANCY: That's amazing. Sissy, is that all true?

SISSY: Every horrible, heart-breaking word of it. But Madame, how could you have known?

PORTIA: It is an old story. Do you feel better now?