Rose: Stop it, all of you. What difference does it make that Lorraine's a little long in the tooth and Michael's a skinny white boy? Can't you see they love each other? We should be celebrating, not arguing whether or not it's right. Now, what do you say we all join hands and sing a chorus of "Abraham, Martin, and John."
Greta: Is she for real?
Dorothy: Yep. Frightening, isn't it?