Rose: Oh, my God! Give me that knife!
Dorothy: What are you doing?
Rose: I can't let you go through with this! Do you want to spend the rest of your life rotting away in some disgusting jail cell, bribing screws for cigarettes and toilet paper?
Dorothy: Rose, in Miami, it is not a felony to cut the wedding cake!
Rose: Cut the wedd... Oh, I thought you were gonna stab Stan.
Dorothy: Don't be ridiculous! I mean, do you honestly believe I would stab Stan at my own daughter's wedding?
Rose: Oh, no, I guess not.
Dorothy: Well, of course not! I would wait until after the wedding. There are too many witnesses.