Blanche: Oh! A person cannot open a letter anymore without being accosted by some vile, disgusting thing! I thought it was against the law to send filth like this through the mail.
Dorothy: Oh, no. What is it, Blanche?
Blanche: A letter from the IRS. I am being audited!
Dorothy: It's aggravating, yes, but you don't have anything to be worried about. Do you?
Blanche: Well, of course not. But you know how nitpicky they can be if you forget to dot an i or you don't declare the tiniest little thing they can blow it all out of proportion.
Dorothy: What didn't you declare, Blanche?
Blanche: You.
Dorothy: Me?
Blanche: And Rose and Sophia.