Rose Quote #88
Quote from Rose in In a Bed of Rose's
Lucille: I just had to come by. You were so caring to come tell me in person what happened, that I had to do something for you.
Rose: Oh, that wasn't necessary.
Lucille: Well, I know you blame yourself for Al's death. Well, I just got the autopsy results, and they showed that Al's arteries were completely clogged. Oh, his diet was terrible. He never ate a vegetable. He lived on fatty foods. He'd have meat for dessert. You didn't kill him, Mrs. Nylund. He killed himself.
Rose: He committed suicide?
Lucille: In a manner of speaking. He'd have died whether he'd been here or not.
Rose: I'm so glad. Not that he's dead.
Lucille: I know. I just had to tell you you had nothing to do with it.
Rose: Thank you.
Lucille: And if he had to die, I'm glad he didn't die alone on the street, but here, with a caring person, doing what he liked to do best.
The Golden Girls Quotes
‘In a Bed of Rose's’ Quotes
Quote from Sophia
Blanche: All right, now, Rose, go on. I don't want dead people in my house.
Dorothy: People, we are talking about one man, who is probably sleeping.
Sophia: You don't think I can recognize death? I lived in a retirement home. Death visited more often than children.
Quote from Blanche
Rose: Well, I've never had to do this before, tell a wife that her husband's been cheating on her with me. That's the hardest thing to tell anybody.
Blanche: Oh, no, it's not. How about having to tell a pregnant woman that her husband's been cheating on her with her own sister and you're the sister and you're pregnant, too by her husband.
Dorothy: You didn't!
Blanche: Not me! Last night on Dallas. Or Dynasty. Or Falcon's Landing. Or one of those. They're all the same.
Rose: Oh, I thought you were the one.
Blanche: Oh, please. I could never do anything like that. If you saw my brother-in-law, you'd know why.
Quote from Sophia
Rose: Oh, poor Al, and he just got a hair transplant.
Blanche: Here's a Beatty in Boca Raton. It's the only one.
Rose: And somebody told me he just bought a farm. Oh, my God. What'll I say to her?
Sophia: That he died in the bed of an idiot.