[Comes into the room while Rebecca is in labor] Am I crazy or did I hear screaming?
Dorothy
Yes and yes! It's Becky, she's having the baby.
Dorothy
Call the county hospital, tell them we'll be there in about 20 minutes.
And call the coach, the number's by the phone.
Fine, is there anything you want me to do?
Dorothy
Call the hospital, call the coach.
[Comes in] What's going on?
Dorothy, wait up you just walk so fast.
Dorothy
I'm in a hurry!
It's not sexy. [Dorothy looks at her] It's not. A woman should take tiny delicate steps as if to say "Yes, I may be slower than you, but maybe I'm worth waiting for."
Dorothy
Blanche, my mother is missing, it's the middle of the night, you have to excuse me if I don't have the rolling gait of a nymphomaniac.
Dorothy
Now, look, we can't go on living like this with Blanche and Rose not speaking to each other. So, whatever the results of the secret ballot, we go with it. No more arguments. Agreed?
Dorothy
Okay, here we go. [reads votes] "Split the money." "Let Blanche keep it." "Give it to the old lady."
Dorothy
"Split the money." Well, Blanche, looks like the splits have it.
Big Daddy was right. Women should not be allowed to vote.
If it's any consolation, Blanche, when I wrote "Give it to the old lady," I did mean you.
You're not gonna believe this, but I have a St. Olaf story about this.
Dorothy
I believe you. I just hate you.
Well, Gunilla Bjorndunker, St. Olaf's tallest woman - of course, nobody ever made fun of her for that - anyway, when Ol' Space Needle was in high school, she drank some Cherry Herring and made love in the back seat of a Fjord Fjairlane. [notices puzzled looks from others] Local car.
Dorothy
Oh.
And she... got in trouble, if you know what I mean, Dorothy. Ganakkadopenschpingel.
Anyway, her boyfriend, Yutz Hernsberg, St. Olaf's only bald high school student, had to marry her.
Well, why would she marry a guy like that?
Dorothy
Because I was young! [catches herself] I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Rose, this is your story. Go- go on, go on.
Well anyway, after 38 years of marriage and a painful divorce, he finally came back, having invented Hernsberg's Press-On Warts.
Dorothy
Who bought those?!
Hags, mostly. Don't you see, he was successful, and he wanted Gunilla back.
Dorothy
Well, what happened to her, Rose?
Dorothy
What is the POINT of this story?!!
Be thankful for your health!
Stop being so vain. You can't stay forty two forever.
Yes you can. If you eat right, exercise, and live with women who look A LOT OLDER THAN YOU.
Dorothy
Tell me something Rose, is "Kill the Bitch" a traditional St. Olaf party game?
[before going in to a Meals-on-Wheels customer's aparment] This is Mrs. Taylor. You'll get along with her just fine. Two things. One, compliment her cat, and two, Jews control the planet.
Dorothy
Got it.
[steps in] Oh hi, Fluffy, looking good!
[Dorothy delivers a meal on wheels to a hippie shut-in]
JJimmy
Well, I'm hungry. And I'm on the list. And who do you think you are?
Dorothy
Sergeant Zbornak, food police. Now look, I don't want any trouble, now just hand over that turkey loaf.
JJimmy
No, you can't, I need this food, except for the carrot raisin salad. I never understood carrot raisin salad.
[beginning a St. Olaf story] We had a gigantic black hole back in St. Olaf.
On Main Street, right in front of the courthouse where Charlie and I got our marriage license and our permit to have kids. Oh my, it was a lovely hole. Everybody in town would stand around it and look in.
Dorothy
and they say Hollywood is the Entertainment Capital of the World.
Well we didn't just look, sometimes we'd point too, or spit and time it.
Dorothy
whimpering. She buries her head in her palm.
Then there was always that wise guy who'd have a few drinks and unzip himself.
Dorothy
It's official. I hate her.
Oh, Pussycat, just the person I'm looking for. I have a question for you, strictly hypothetical. Let's say a man wants to take you on a date.
Dorothy
Why is that hypothetical?
Check your calendar, Pussycat.