Miles: I mean, it is amazing, isn't it, how with a few carefully chosen words, a poet can convey the immediacy of a specific life experience?
Rose: You don't have to tell me. Remember, I grew up in a small farm town. "Here a quack, there a quack, everywhere a quack, quack."

Miles: The point is, it all would have been behind me, but he escaped. The government had to put me in the Witness Protection Program. Gave me a new name, new job, whole new identity.
Rose: I don't know what to say. I can't believe this story you're telling.
Dorothy: But you can believe the story about Henrik Felderstuhl, St. Olaf's half-man, half-grasshopper?
Rose: Dorothy, I'm telling you, when he rubbed his legs together, you'd swear you were on a camping trip.

Rose: It's the 117th anniversary of the birth of Robert Frost.
Sophia: I love him. Always nippin' at your nose.
Rose: That was Jack Frost. Robert Frost is the guy who interviewed Richard Nixon on TV. Who's the dumb one now?
Dorothy: Ah, you're still the reigning champ, Rose. That was David Frost. Robert Frost was a famous American poet.
Sophia: And when I was with him, he was always nippin' at my nose. Some people found it obnoxious. For me, it was a turnon.