Rose: He's not a rat, he's a mouse.
Dorothy: He is history! I'm calling the exterminator.
Rose: Oh, no, Dorothy. Don't do that. I'll talk to him.
Dorothy: What, you'll talk to the exterminator?
Rose: No, the mouse. I can communicate with animals. He's just a little field mouse who's lost his way. He'll listen to me. Mice always have.
Dorothy: Rose, do you have any idea how weird you are?