Rose: I did that last part after everything quieted down. I thought it would kinda tie things together.
All: Wow.
Blanche: You didn't cover the robbery at all?
Rose: Was I wrong again? I mean, I could have covered the holdup, but it would have seemed like I was giving in to sensationalism. I'm a reporter, damn it. They sent me to cover a story, and that's what I did.
Sophia: I don't believe this. Rose, this was the opportunity of a lifetime, a one-in-a-million shot. How could-
Dorothy: How could- How could they not have given you the job? Maybe the issue here is one of- Oh, God, what can we call it? Editorial judgment.
Rose: Really? You think so?
Dorothy: Oh, yes, Rose. Yes, I do. I guess it just isn't the story they wanted.
Blanche: Damn, you're good.

Rose: Thank you, Dorothy. That makes me feel so much better. To tell you the truth, I'm still not ashamed of what I did today. I mean, if Deborah Norville stopped for every serious news story that happened around her, she wouldn't be where she is today.

Rose: Dorothy's right. You're worrying for nothing. I remember back in St. Ol-
Dorothy: Hold it right there, Will Rogers. None of us is in the mood to hear one of those St. Olaf stories.
Rose: Well, then, here's one against your will. But to show you I'm a good sport, I'll get right to the part that'll make Blanche feel better. Ah. Anyway everybody in the village hated Ingmar. So we grabbed our torches and climbed the hill to his castle and pounded on the great oak door, but there was no answer. So we got a ladder, climbed up to the window, and we peeked in, and to our relief, there was Ingmar lying on the - Oh, wait a minute. He was dead.