Magda: Anyway, now I must go pack my things. And again, Rose, thank you for story.
Rose: You know, isn't life funny? Last night in bed I told myself: "Nobody listens to your stories, Rose, quit telling them." And I swore I would never tell another story as long as I lived. And then you hear something like this, and you realize these stories make a difference. Oh! You know, something sort of like that happened to Hans Fliegelfleister. [doorbell]
Sophia: I hope it's Death.
Dorothy: Get it, Rose.