Blanche: Rose Nylund, what is that giant velvet painting of dogs playing poker doing out on my front lawn?
Rose: Intriguing passersby, if I know my art lovers.
Blanche: And the clothes and the trunk and the boxes? You're not havin' a yard sale, are you?
Rose: What's wrong with that?
Blanche: Are you kidding? I don't want to have to deal with four hundred people in Simpsons T-shirts trying to knock 25 cents off your "I lost my ass in Vegas" cup.