Rose: I know what you're gonna say, Dorothy, you can't stand to see me go. But I've made up my mind.
Dorothy: Rose, listen-
Rose: Now you're going to tell me, "I'll miss you. God, how I'll miss you."
Dorothy: Rose, you have to listen to me.
Rose: "You know, Rosie," you're thinking. "I sure could use one last St. Olaf story before you leave." And then I'd ask, "Shall I tell you about how the St. Olafians were one of the original lost tribes of Israel?"
Dorothy: Taxi!
Rose: I knew you were gonna say that.