[flashback:]
Dorothy: Hi, Rose, I picked up Blanche's birthday cake. What are you doing?
Rose: Decorating Blanche's cake. There, it's finished.
Dorothy: I told you I would pick up the cake.
Rose: Oh, I know, but back where I come from, most people won't eat store-bought.
Dorothy: Rose, where you come from, most people live in windmills and make love to polka music.
Rose: Stop it, Dorothy, you're making me homesick.