Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, there you are. Where have you been?
Blanche: Well, my plan with the truck drivers didn't work, thanks to Little Miss Strait-laced here, so I have been in every front yard in a six-block radius gettin' these PennySavers from the paperboys.
Rose: She was a woman possessed, Dorothy. Caught some on the fly, scaled a couple of roofs. And she had a brilliant idea how to avoid guard dogs.
Dorothy: You made her wear lamb chops again, didn't you?
Blanche: It's not like they slow her down.