Blanche: Look, Rose, I just hate the idea of a yard sale, but if you're really trying to get rid of your stuff, well I'll take it off your hands for, say, $50.
Rose: OK, but a deal's a deal. I don't want to hear you say you didn't get your money's worth just because something doesn't fit right or smells bad or makes strangers look at ya and giggle.
Blanche: Good God, what do you have in those boxes?
Rose: As we say in St. Olaf, "crapola in a box."