Blanche: Oh, these things happen between sisters all the time. I remember once my sister Virginia wouldn't talk to me for a month, all because I smiled at her boyfriend.
Dorothy: There. Listen to Blanche.
Blanche: Of course, I was skinny-dipping on his property at the time.
Dorothy: Don't listen to Blanche.
Blanche: All right, it was his bathtub. We were blowing suds off of each other when she walked in.
Dorothy: Blanche, what is the point of this story?
Blanche: Point? There's no point. I just like telling it.