Rose: Blanche, about your car. I went to the bank to get the money.
Blanche: Honey, I can't sell you that car.
Rose: But, Blanche-
Blanche: Honey, I can't sleep from all the worry and guilt I have been suffering. I wasn't totally honest with you. I told you that car was in perfect condition. Well, it's not. It's a piece of junk. It's the noisiest thing to come out of Detroit since Martha and the Vandellas. When I went to trade it in, they only offered me half the blue book price. I need the whole amount to put down on my new car, so that's why I tried to sell it to you. But I can't go through with it! I cannot sell you that car!
Rose: You can't sell it to anyone. Somebody stole it.
Sophia: What?
Rose: Somebody stole Blanche's-
Blanche: Very nice, Rose! I lend you a perfectly fine automobile, no strings attached, and you let some thief drive off in it! Rose Nylund, I will never forgive you!
Sophia: Wasn't it insured? They'll pay you full blue book.
Blanche: All is forgiven! I'm gonna go call the car dealer right now and tell him he made a sale.