The second Catholic woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people say ' Your Grace'."
The thrid Cathlic woman says smugly, "My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, 'Your Eminence'."
The fouth Catholic woman sips his coffee in silence. The first three woman give her a subtle "Well...?"
She replies, " My son is a gorgeous, 6'2, hard bodied stripper. When he walks into a room, people say, 'Oh my God.....'."