Blanche: Oh, Rose, good God. My heart is still poundin'. I was just in an accident.
Rose: Honey.
Blanche: But don't worry. I'm all right. I'm OK.
Rose: Oh, thank God. Any damage to your car?
Blanche: Well, that's the one bright spot. I had borrowed yours.
Rose: My car? You didn't ask if you could borrow my car.
Blanche: Well, I guess we both learned a lesson about leaving keys on the table.
Rose: Well, I can't believe this. How did it happen?
Blanche: Well, you know how I like to meet rich men by gently rear-ending expensive cars at red lights?
Rose: Yeah.
Blanche: Well, you say that like it isn't great. Rose, it's the perfect plan. You get to meet the guy, exchange addresses, then when he asks you who does good body work, you give him your phone number.
Rose: And this really works?
Blanche: Well, not this time. I had this really cute guy in a Jag lined up when this dork in a Duster cut in front of me and I nicked him instead.