Blanche: Now, you can't tell us that a part of you isn't at least a little excited. Remember last year's auction? That rush of euphoria when the auctioneer calls out "Sold!" and you fall into the arms of your valiant Galahad?
Dorothy: My Galahad was a balloon salesman named Sid.
Blanche: Well, hey, who knew that sawed-off little gnome would outbid a Navy admiral? And a fire chief. And that jeweler who was a dead ringer for Mr. Richard Widmark.
Dorothy: Blanche, that was a year ago. How do you remember all this?
Blanche: I tagged 'em for migratory purposes.