Rose Quote #250
Quote from Rose in Love, Rose
Dorothy: You have a date? Anyone we know?
Rose: Isaac.
Dorothy: Excuse me?
Rose: Isaac, from the personals.
Blanche: You're not serious?
Rose: Sure I am. Before I had a chance to write and suggest we meet, I got a letter from him, saying he was being transferred to Saskatchewan. He's going to be the Smudge Pot Supervisor of the first domed orange grove in Canada. Anyway, he's leaving Tuesday, so I figured there was no time to waste.
Blanche: I told you we shouldn't have done this.
Rose: So I looked through all the phone books, and would you believe there was only one listing for Isaac Q Newton. I called him up and invited him to the reception. He should be here any minute.
The Golden Girls Quotes
‘Love, Rose’ Quotes
Quote from Blanche
Rose: Girls, was this the only mail today?
Blanche: Yes, can you believe it? People magazine is late again. I'm going to have to give that mailman another talking-to.
Dorothy: This time you might want to try something a little more forceful than asking him in for a Café Vienna and a warm bath.
Blanche: Dorothy, the man had just recovered from a hernia operation, and he was having trouble carrying his sack.
Quote from Blanche
Dorothy: Oh, Rose, honey, don't let this personals thing depress you.
Rose: Dorothy, I can't help it. I haven't been this depressed since I was rejected by Uncle Sam.
Blanche: Well, honey, if he was your uncle, it wasn't meant to be. It's not like he was your cousin, where the relationship might have had a future.
Dorothy: Tell me, Blanche. Did any of your relatives appear in Deliverance?
Quote from Sophia
Rose: Sophia gets chased, and I don't even get a letter.
Sophia: You want Willy, you can have him.
Rose: What's wrong with him?
Sophia: There's nothing wrong with him. OK, so he's 90. He has the profile of a tom-turkey and his butt hits his heels when he walks. He thinks he can pull it off because he wears an ascot and a jaunty cap.
Dorothy: He sounds kinda cute, Ma. I mean, why are you avoiding him?
Sophia: There's no magic, Dorothy. No sparks. You know what I mean?
Dorothy: He's 90; you're 80. Sparks are dangerous.