Hotel Porter (V.O.): "Ladies, ladies! I have an announcement!"
Porter (cont): "The hotel regrets that there will be a delay due to overbooking. I'm afraid that it'll be necessary for members of the two clubs here to share rooms with each other."
Porter (V.O.) (cont): "That means the professional sniffers of "The Nasal Sensitivity Club of America" will have to share rooms with..."
"...'The Black Widows,' also known as 'The American Society of Husband Dispatchers.' "
Porter: "Ladies, we deeply regret the inconvenience! Just wait in the lobby on the first floor, and we'll assign rooms just as fast as we can!"
Meanwhile, up on the top floor...
Mildred: "Beulah, that food we had for lunch is giving me gas. What'll I do?"
Beulah: "Just let her rip! We're on the top floor, so nobody'll know, and I'm going to take a nap, so it won't bother me!"
Mildred: "Well, um...OK...I guess it's alright if it won't bother anybody. Here goes....BRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP!!!!!
[Down on the first floor] Violet: "Yikes! Ladies, did you smell that!?"
Daisy: "Oh, Man! I certainly did! It's disgusting! It's of human origin, the usual sulphur and rotten egg smell with a hint of dead skunk and maybe a tad...yes, a tad of peppermint."
Magnolia: "W-What? I don't smell anything."
Gladiola: "Oh it's there all right! I smell it too! Definitely peppermints in there...Altoids, I think!"
Marigold: Maybe we should take care of the offender...permanently, I mean. Let The Black Widows handle this.
[On the top floor again] Beulah: "Mildred, I can't get to sleep! I ate the same food you did! Watch out, here it comes....BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!!!!!!!!!
[On the first floor] Tulip: "Oh my Gosh! There it goes again!"
Lavinia: "Don't worry Ladies, I mixed cyanide in some coffee that was sitting here. We'll just find out who let wind and offer the person a friendly cup. End of problem!"
Petunia: "Well, that's one less sniffer to worry about!"
Iris: " 'One less sniffer!?' I'll show you!' "
Buttercup: "No, I'll show YOU!!!!"
Gladiola: "No, we'll show YOU!!!!"
All the club women get into a frantic shouting match and handbag fight. The hotel lobby is a scene of horrific devastation.
Unwary Hotel Guest: "Um...er, sorry to interrupt, Ladies. I'm lost. Do you know where the 'Centipede Strokers of America' are meeting?"
