Rose: You know, Blanche, I was thinking about that story you told us about you and Donald.
Blanche: You mean when I dropped my robe and stood there in all my nakedness and asked him for a romp?
Rose: Right. I was wondering if maybe you were too direct?
Blanche: In what way?
Rose: How can I explain this? OK. You see this little possum in my St. Olaf painting? Well, every year she goes into her mating ritual, and gives off little signals. I mean, she releases a scent, she changes the way she stands, she makes tiny little whistling noises.
Blanche: I do that.
Rose: Yes, but don't you see? That's all she does. I mean, she plays hard to get. And believe me, it works. I mean, men find her very attractive.
Blanche: You mean males?
Rose: No, I mean men.