Rose: It was the first time I saw my Charlie. I was seven and he was eight. It was a hot Minnesota summer and he had put up one of those little stands on the sidewalk.
Blanche: Selling lemonade.
Rose: Insurance. And I bought a nickel policy on my red wagon. And right after that, my wagon was destroyed.
Blanche: How?
Rose: Some hogs trampled it. I was hauling home a smoked ham for Mama and I think it set them off. Anyway, that's when I fell in love with Charlie. He paid for a new wagon, even though my policy didn't cover acts of swine.
Dorothy: ... "Acts of swine."