Rose: Oh, no thanks. I'm doing what we all should be doing. Dieting for the bachelorette auction next Saturday.
Dorothy: Not all of us. I told you, Rose, count me out. Even if it is for charity, I am not gonna stand up there and allow myself to be sold to the highest bidder like some Holstein cow at a livestock auction.
Rose: Dorothy, livestock don't get chauffeur-driven limousine rides to fancy four-star restaurants and the symphony afterwards. Except during St. Olaf Bicentennial Day.