[upon learning that she's not invited to see Burt Reynolds with the others] Fine, break an old lady's heart. If you need me I'll be out back with the rest of the garbage!
“Ladies of the Evening” · Season 2, Episode 2
In this episode: Dorothy Zbornak (7), Rose Nylund (5), Sophia Petrillo (4), Blanche Devereaux (3)
My God, you're Mr. Burt Reynolds.
I sure hope so. If not, I've got the wrong underwear on.
I was booked, fingerprints, mug shots, I'm a known criminal! I'll never be able to go back to my hometown again!
Oh honey, nobody back home's ever gonna find out about this.
Oh yes they will! The St. Olaf Courier-Dispatch is known for its investigative reporting!
You're right, that series they did on oat fungus was an uncompromising piece of journalism.
I get to go with you? I don't have to stay here and get gassed with the termites? Oh Dorothy, you're such a good daughter.
She'll get over it. And even if she doesn't, who cares? We're going to meet Burt Reynolds!
Sophia did you come to bail us out?
No Rose, she's dropping off a manicotti with a file in it.
Where are your roommates, Mrs. Petrillo?
They're not here.
MA!!!!
Don't "Ma" me, you cheap floozy!
Ma, you would do this to your own flesh and blood?!
You'll get over it, Dorothy. And if you don't, who cares?! I'm on my way to see Burt Reynolds!
[Sophia walks out of the police station triumphantly clutching the tickets in her hand, while Rose, Blanche and Dorothy cry out to her from their cell]
[to Sophia] Which one's the slut?
I AM!!!
"Other girls who will take their money." Do you know who they think we are?
Waitresses!
No Rose, hookers.
Jealousy is an ugly thing, Dorothy. And so are you, in anything backless.
Downtown? He means jail!
Oh really Rose, I thought he meant Neiman Marcus.
I've never been in jail. I won't make it. They always prey on the weak and innocent. The others will taunt me for trying to excel at my work in the laundry. I'll fall in with a bad crowd, whose leader looks like Ethel Merman. And I'll be forced to engineer a daring prison break using my laundry cart. From that time on, I won't know a moment's peace. I'll scar my fingerprints with battery acid and I'll run from town to town, taking jobs that people have who got bad grades in school. And then one day, they'll find me, holed up in a little shack in the Louisiana bayou. And a sheriff named Bull will call my name out over a megaphone and when I make a run for it he'll riddle my body with bullets! Oh please don't let them take me downtown! I want to live! I want to live!
You're not very good in a crisis are you Rose?
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