Rose Quote #89
Quote from Rose in In a Bed of Rose's
Dorothy: Come on, Blanche. You look wonderful, Rose. Absolutely lovely.
Rose: Well, I suppose I should go. I haven't had a date in three months, but I just don't know what to do. I adore Arnie. He's the sweetest man in the world, and very special to me. And it'll be hard not to, you know, because I like him so much, and since we're going away for the weekend, and since we already have, if I don't, then he'll think I don't like him anymore, and I do. So maybe I will, but I don't know. I might not.
Blanche: Rose! Rose, honey, you know you are not responsible for Al's death, so why don't you just go on, have a good time, and whatever happens, happens.
Rose: I know Al had bad arteries, but still, I can't be totally sure.
Dorothy: Come on, now, Rose. You do what makes you comfortable and don't worry about anything else.
Rose: Okay.
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.