Rose Quote #257
Quote from Rose in Love, Rose
Blanche: Rose? Honey, are you in there?
Dorothy: Rose. Rose, please come out and talk to us.
Rose: Go away. I never want to talk to you two again.
Dorothy: Look, Rose, honey, you have every right to be angry. What we did was inexcusable. But, Rose, at least let us try to explain why we did it.
Rose: No. Leave me alone.
Blanche: [to woman] We'll just be a second. Rose, we are not leaving until we talk this out. I don't care if it takes all night.
Rose: How could you do this to me? I thought you were my friends.
Dorothy: We are, Rose, and what we did we did out of friendship.
Rose: Friendship? You made me look like a fool.
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.