Rose: Kirsten, where are the girls?
Kirsten: Oh, they're too young to come to the hospital.
Rose: Not your girls. My girls. My girls aren't too young for anything.
Kirsten: [clears throat] They're- They're- They're waiting outside. Why don't you just relax? We don't have to talk.
Rose: Oh, no. I'm fine. Listen, I want you to do me a favor.
Kirsten: Anything.
Rose: If something happens, I want you to look after Dorothy and Blanche and Sophia for me.
Kirsten: Sure, Mom. Whatever you want.
Rose: And there's something else I want to tell you. Now lean in close. This is very important. "Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!" Wow, this stuff really packs a wallop.