How I used to envy you girls. Your parties, your sorority. You're lucky you don't belong,...

Ursula Georgi: How I used to envy you girls. Your parties, your sorority.
Helen Dawson Frye: You're lucky you don't belong, if you ask me.
Ursula Georgi: Because of those timetables laid out by the stars you were talking about? You straight-thinking, oh so rational Anglo-Saxons don't believe in such things, do you?
Helen Dawson Frye: Laura doesn't, thank goodness.
Ursula Georgi: Mrs. Stanhope always was a strong character, wasn't she?
Helen Dawson Frye: Yes. That's why she's getting us all together. To laugh it all away. I haven't laughed in so long. My little girl had the bluest eyes. She was just two and a half years old... It's what happened to Yogadachi himself that makes it all so convincing. He predicted even the date he'd go. You can't laugh that off, can you.
Ursula Georgi: No.
Helen Dawson Frye: I want you to read his last letter.
[She gives Ursula a crumpled letter, then picks up a revolver and gestures with it as she speaks]
Helen Dawson Frye: Isn't that silly? A man I've never seen! He has the nerve to tell me that I'm going to kill myself.
Ursula Georgi: Why the gun, then? Aren't you afraid?
Helen Dawson Frye: Afraid? Why, of course not. It belongs to my husband. I brought it along with me just to prove to myself that that swami is bogus. If- if I avoided the thing now, I would know that I was afraid. Oh, are you going to bed?
Ursula Georgi: Yes, it's so late. We'll be in Los Angeles in the morning. I'll see you at breakfast.
Helen Dawson Frye: Fine.
Ursula Georgi: [Looking at the gun] But if I were you, I'd...
Helen Dawson Frye: This? Don't worry, no stars are going to twinkle twinkle me into committing suicide