Rose: Now I know how my friend Mary Jane von Helfenpfelfer felt.
Blanche: Oh, well. Considering what you've been through, go ahead, Rose.
Rose: She took a vacation to Mexico and she found this poor, scrawny, helpless little Chihuahua puppy on the street. And she brought it home to St. Olaf with her, and she nursed it back to health. She loved it. She took it to bed with her. She taught it to fetch. She'd throw a ball, and he'd bring it back, and she'd throw a ball, and he'd bring it back. Well, I guess I don't have to tell you that's pretty much what "fetch" is.
Dorothy: How much longer are we gonna circle the airport, Rose? You wanna bring this baby in?
Rose: When she took the puppy to get his shots, the vet told her the bad news. He said, "Mary Jane, this is no Chihuahua, this is a rat."
Dorothy: And the point, Aesop?
Rose: I thought Miles was a Chihuahua. It turns out he was a rat.