Blanche: Well, the wildest part of the evening was when the busboy dropped his crumb brush in my lap.
Dorothy: Not the man of your dreams?
Blanche: On a scale of one to ten, he's a seven.
Rose: Oh, well that's not bad.
Blanche: Actually, he was more like a five, but he just looked so good with me on his arm, I gave him another two points.