Rose: Oh, honey, what happened, you poor darling?
Blanche: I went to the police station today to get an update on my case. I borrowed your pocket hairspray. I took it from your dressing table. You know what this humidity does to my hair.
Rose: I know, cotton candy.
Blanche: Well, just as I entered the police station, I saw there was this cute officer there who's had his eye on me, so I took out your hairspray and gave my hair a final spritz. Only, surprise, it wasn't hairspray. It was mace. You had mace. Your hairspray was mace. I maced myself right there in the police station! I almost died. I fell to the floor blinded, writhing in pain. Couldn't move for 20 minutes.
Rose: Well, what do you know? It works!
Blanche: Works? They thought I was on angel dust. They wanted to arrest me! I'm lyin' there dyin' and they're harassing me. Murderers are free, rapists are free, but a poor widow on the floor they try to lock up. Who'd I hurt? Me?