Dorothy ParkerIf all the girls attending [the Yale prom] were laid end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised.
About This Quote
It is true that there are many people at proms. A prom can be an impressive event. Even so, attending a prom is something that only girls do. If all the girls at the prom were laid end to end, I wouldn't be surprised because of the sheer volume of women who attend it.
Source: While Rome Burns
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