Rose: [sighs] As they say in St. Olaf, helderbargenberg gefloefen wurterberg.
Dorothy: You wanna help us out here, Rose?
Rose: Well, there's really no English word for gefloefen. Loosely translated, it means, "I hope you have a license to carry that gefloefen."

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.