[flashback:]
Rose: Brrr! You would think I'd almost forgotten what real cold feels like. I guess I've gotten used to tropical weather.
Jacob: You here all the way from Nebraska?
Rose: Miami.
Jacob: Miami. Is that closer to Omaha or Lincoln?
Rose: Gee, it's great to be home. They told me in Minneapolis that I could change buses here for St. Olaf.
Jacob: That's right.
Rose: How much is it?
Jacob: You want the express or the yokel?
Rose: Don't you mean local?
Jacob: No, ma'am. I mean yokel. On the yokel, a family of first cousins plays banjo music as the passengers get on and off.
Rose: Do they take requests?
Jacob: No.
Rose: Give me the express.