Rose: I knew it would be rough looking for a job, but not this rough.
Blanche: You didn't find anything?
Rose: Oh, I found one job I wanted. I would have been perfect for it, but they told me I was too old.
Dorothy: What kind of job?
Rose: Assistant manager in a pet store. I don't know why they didn't hire me. I worked in a pet store in St. Olaf for ten years. I mean, I was the one who thought up big, squeaky toys for cows.
Dorothy: You didn't tell them that, did you, Rose?