Blanche: I'm sorry, Sophia. I know how you go on about shoes.
Dorothy: Honey, we both know what's gonna happen. I take you down to Shimshack's, we walk in the door, and all the salesmen disappear. I have to go to the back of the store and bribe them to come out and help you.
Sophia: Please. Those people love me.
Dorothy: For $10, they love you. Without a tip, you're just another old lady wearing men's socks and a bad attitude.