Dorothy: Oh, Rose, excuse me. I didn't know you were out here.
Rose: It's OK, Dorothy. I was just praying. Trying to put in a good word for tomorrow. What are you doing?
Dorothy: Oh, just working on this stupid flier for my stupid banquet. It's not important.
Rose: Sure it is.
Dorothy: It's OK, Rose.
Rose: No, it is important. What's the matter?
Dorothy: I've rewritten this thing three times, and the most persuasive slogan I can come up with is: "Save our swamps. No, really, we mean it."
Rose: I like it.
Dorothy: No, you don't.
Rose: No, I don't.
Dorothy: It sounds like I'm selling mosquitoes, Rose. I mean, not that they don't serve a purpose. All life is precious. [slaps a bug off her] I care about our wetlands. I just wish they were more glamorous, you know? I mean, I'm trying to save something that you can't go into without wearing hip boots.