Miles: Dinner was delicious, Rose. What was it?
Rose: It's a Scandinavian specialty - kuldomar.
Miles: I've never heard of that before, but it's marvelous.
Rose: Oh, you just throw together some ground pork and cabbage.
Sophia: Cabbage, she serves me. In ten minutes I could be sky-writing.

Blanche: Well, I guess eventually this was bound to happen. I can just feel my femininity slipping through my fingers. And in the past there's always been a man there to catch it.

Dorothy: You're home early. Did you enjoy yourself?
Rose: Not really. Miles' friends are all college professors. I don't get it. When we're on the dance floor, it feels like we're made for each other. But tonight, with all his brilliant friends at the party, I felt like a fish out of water. Oh, sure I didn't flop around on the floor with my eyes bulging out gasping for air. I haven't done that at a party in years.