(Blanche has been feeling guilty about keeping a bed she ordered that the company didn't charge her enough for. The doorbell rings and Fred walks in wearing his Mr. Policeman outfit.)
Blanche: Oh, thank God! I can't live with myself anymore. Take me!
Blanche: Dorothy, please, stay out of this. I know what's best. Just slap the handcuffs on me, the bed's this way.
(Fred shrugs and follows her down the hallway but first stops and turns to everyone sitting in the living room.)
Fred: Y'know what's funny? I was supposed to be Mr. Mailman today.