Blanche: So when the waiter brought my order he set down a bowl of gazpacho in front of me. I said, "I ordered consommé." He said, "A hot number like you needs something spicy." I said, "I'll give you somethin' spicy," and I poured the gazpacho right down his pants.
Dorothy: So you never went out with him.
Blanche: No. I just slept with him. He wasn't my type.