Blanche: I think it's a great idea.
Rose: Oh, sure it is, if you like the notion of children competing in a bloodthirsty, winner-take-all contest, where what's on the outside is considered more important than what's on the inside.
Dorothy: Lost the Little Miss St. Olaf pageant, did you?
Rose: Twenty-three years in a row. Once they picked Eileen Ditmeyer's imaginary playmate over me. Well, sure, she was more talented, but still, I smelled a rat.
Dorothy: You mean the contest was fixed?
Rose: No, that was my talent. Smelling rats.