Rose: When I think of my father, I always picture him pulling a giant tuna up Main Street.
Blanche: Well, who doesn't, Rose?
Rose: Oh, it wasn't a real tuna, it was made of chrysanthemums. It was the float in the Father's Day Parade. You probably don't know this, but my home town was founded by Heinrich von Anderdonnen, the first man to ever can tuna in its own natural juices. Anyway, it was the 50th anniversary celebration of the founding of our town and my father was chosen to pull the float. He thought it was 'cause he had the newest tractor, but actually, it was 'cause he was the only one small enough to fit into the mayonnaise jar costume. Oh, I'll never forget the moment we caught sight of him, turning off of Sycamore on to Elm. Something must have happened to the tractor, 'cause there he was, this lone little mayonnaise jar dragging this giant tuna up the hill, past the reviewing stand. I don't think I've ever been prouder in my life.
Dorothy: That's very touching, Rose. It shouldn't be, but it is.