It don't work.

Alma:

[Jan's just got off the phone with Brad, laying down the "rules" for the party line, which Alma's been listening in, to their whole conversation. Alma hangs up the extension, in the kitchen, and picks up her morning cocktail, as Jan comes in]
You know, he makes pretty good sense. Jan:
Were you listening in again? Alma:
Yes, ma'am. Jan:
Alma, have you no shame? Alma:
No, ma'am, he's brightened up many-a-dreary afternoon, for me. Jan:
What did he say that makes such "good sense"? Alma:
[quoting Brad]
"If there's anything worse than a woman living alone, it's a woman saying she likes it." Jan:
Well, I do like it. [Alma makes a face of disbelief] Jan:
I have a good job, a lovely apartment, I go out with very nice men to the best places; the theatre, finest restaurants... [exasperated] Jan:
What am I missing? Alma:
[chuckling]
When you have to ask, believe me, you're missin' it. Jan:
What's a girl supposed to do? Goo out on the street, and ask the first man she meets to come home with her? Alma:
No - don't do that, ma'am. [chuckles to herself] Alma:
It don't work. [Alma takes a sip of her drink]