Rose: I'm babbling, but it's just because I'm so excited. Maybe I should open up with a joke. No, my jokes are boring. Maybe I should just tell a story. Like the time my Uncle Gustav got drunk and tried to milk a porcupine.
Dorothy: Listen, Rose, we have to tell you something.
Blanche: There has been a terrible misunderstanding.
Dorothy: Rose, we just found out today that everybody thinks the letter you sent to Gorbachev was written by a nine-year-old girl.
Rose: You can't be serious.