Rose: Do you remember Mr. Nivingston, the guy whose rear end you smacked? Well, my insurance company just called, and the guy is claiming he hurt his back. And he's threatening a lawsuit unless we settle out of court.
Blanche: Oh, that's terrible.
Rose: I know. And I'm the one he's suing, 'cause it's my car.
Blanche: Oh! Ha-ha! Oh. Boy, you had me goin' there for a second. I thought you meant he was suing me. Whew. What?
Dorothy: Blanche, Rose may be taken to court for something that you did. Don't you even care?
Blanche: Dorothy, good grief. There's nothing to worry about. I'm sure he's just tryin' to hold up his insurance company. There's nothin' wrong with that man's back.
Rose: How can you tell?
Blanche: Because I know the crooked walk of man when his back has been injured. I cannot tell you how many men I have seen limp out of my bedroom. Shoulders stooped and their backs curved.
Dorothy: Blanche, that's different. That's shame.