Rose: Every time you need to talk to somebody, you go to your mother or to Blanche. Why doesn't anybody ever talk to me?
Dorothy: Your advice always comes with one of those damn St. Olaf stories.
Rose: I can give advice without a damn St. Olaf story. Now, what's wrong?
Dorothy: Well, I just don't think it was right of Ma to hire that matchmaker behind my back. Now, why does she always meddle in my life?
Rose: Well, Dorothy, I recently read about a man in Paris, France named Frudensteufer-
Dorothy: Rose!
Rose: Pierre Frudensteufer. He worked in his father's herring - no, quiche factory, and his father Lars Fr
Dorothy: Do I look like I just fell off the turnip truck?
Rose: No. But you do look like the woman who used to drive it. Her name was Uma Van Hefflan. No relation. Although she, too, collected string. Well, one day-
Dorothy: Rose! Rose, stop yourself. You're doing two of them at the same time.
Rose: I know, and I'd like to try to handle it. I feel like Hans the Plate Spinner. Funny thing about-
Dorothy: Rose!
Rose: Oh, my God, Dorothy. I need help.