Blanche: Well, Mrs. Claxton, how lovely to see you again.
Mrs. Claxton: Who are you?
Blanche: I'm your neighbor, Blanche Devereaux.
Mrs. Claxton: Oh, yeah. I didn't recognise you with your clothes on.
Blanche: I beg your pardon?
Mrs. Claxton: With my binoculars, I have a terrific view in your bedroom window. I think some of the stuff you do is illegal. I'm looking into it.
Blanche: Why, you miserable old...