Blanche: What do you think, Rose? What page are you on?
Rose: Well, to tell you the truth, Blanche, I don't understand any of this. It doesn't seem to make any sense.
Blanche: Doesn't make sense? Since when are you a literary critic, Rose Nylund?
Rose: Well, I'm not.
Blanche: You're from Minnesota. What have you read, for God's sake? Silas Marner? Paul Bunyan? Nothing.
You know nothing. People from Minnesota are considered well-read if they get through the Sears catalog. Give me back my book. This is why Hollywood won't get it either. I will not have my words coming out of Glenn Close's mouth. I'd rather die.