Rose Quote #258
Quote from Rose in Love, Rose
Dorothy: Oh, Rose. Rose, honey, please come out. We've already told you how sorry we are. I mean, we never expected this to go so far.
Rose: But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was making me believe that somebody felt those special things about me. Somebody wanted to hear why sometimes I hate my job, or like to eat my lunch in the park. It was so nice. It was so important to me that someone cared about me as much as the person who wrote those letters. It meant so much to have somebody like that in my life.
Dorothy: You do, Rose, honey. You have us.
Blanche: We're the ones who wrote those letters, Rose, and we meant every word.
Rose: It was still a pretty crazy thing to do, but at least it's nice to know you did it because you cared about me.
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.