Rose: I got tickets, too. This is such a coincidence. I was driving down Biscayne Boulevard-
Blanche: No! No, no, no, please. I cannot bear that again. She was listening to her car radio big band, not all talk. There was a contest. Something about a little voice, a lucky number and a dime in a door handle. Then bim, bam, boom, she won the tickets.
Dorothy: Take a lesson, Rose. That's how you tell a story.