Dorothy: Now, listen. We have something to talk to you about. We are worried about you. Now, maybe it's none of our business, but all that time that you spend with those pathetic wimps from the center, you should spend looking for a job.
Rose: But those wimps need me.
Blanche: But Rose, honey, you have your own problems.
Dorothy: Look. You are 55, unemployed, your husband is dead, and you have no training.
Blanche: Let's face it, Rose. You're not exactly Mary Lou Retton.