Rose: Hey, Dorothy, have you seen this yet?
Dorothy: B.H.? B.H. Blanche Hollingsworth. Oh, Blanche must have written this when she was a little girl. [chuckling] Can you imagine Blanche as a little girl, running and skipping all through this house, so carefree? I can almost hear her laughing. You know, I I can almost feel her spirit here. And if I can feel her spirit here, then why is it so ridiculous that Blanche feels the spirit of her grandma upstairs? And is it such a leap of faith to believe that Ma was in the white light? I mean, why am I making it such a crusade not to believe either one of them? What am I, just an ostrich with its head in the ground? A narrow-minded ostrich, who Who only believes what she can see and feel and touch? Oh, Rose. Simple Rose. Rose, you are so wise.
Rose: Actually, I spoke with the demolitions guy. B.H. stands for "Blast here."