god, i love this show
I was up early with a toothache (this Tylenol is doing NOTHING for me, WTF), so I watched a few Golden Girls episodes. This scene (in one of the best episodes ever) tickled me. And after some things I've posted, it only seemed appropriate:
Rose is having trouble remembering an old friend from back in St Olaf that's come to visit her. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she wants Blanche to go to dinner with them to pry for information.
Blanche: Alright, fine! But I still don't understand why you cannot remember this man! He says you seriously dated. I mean, how many boyfriends could a naive farmer's daughter possibly have had? Two, three?
Rose: Well that depends, what's your definition of a boyfriend?
Blanche: Any man you bring to a fevered pitch of uncontrollable estasy.
Dorothy: ...
Rose: Oh! ...56.
Dorothy: ...
Blanche: ...excuse me?
Rose: I had about 56 boyfriends. Of course, that was before I knew Charlie. I probably would have had more, but I wasn't allowed to start dating 'til I was a senior.
Blanche: Fifty-six? Fifty-six?!
Dorothy: Oh God, stand back, she's gonna blow!
Blanche: What do you mean, you've had 56 boyfriends?! You told me you were a virgin 'til you got married!
Rose: Hey, you can have a boyfriend without having to go all the way.
Blanche: [gasp] You cannot! If that were true, Rose, that would mean you were a...a slut.
Dorothy: Oh come on, Blanche, how can you say that? So the woman had 56 boyfriends in one year. She's not a slut.
Rose: Thank you, Dorothy.
Dorothy: She is The Slut.
Blanche: [shocked] Dorothy Zbornak, you take that back!
Dorothy: [motions to Blanche] The Slut is dead, [motions to Rose] long live The Slut.
Sophia: [enters the kitchen after a laugh track] Okay, listen up. I've got man trouble and I need advice from someone with experience.
Blanche: I'll be happy to--
Sophia: I hear you're a tramp, Rose.
Rose: ...Mama was right, word gets around fast!
Sophia: I've been dating this guy for a couple of days and I really like him...
Dorothy: Oh, Ma! That's great! Girls, isn't that great?
Blanche: [pouty] ...I'm the biggest slut.
*giggle* teague, if you can guess who I think of when I hear Rose, you get a cookie. A nice, chocolatey one.
Rose is having trouble remembering an old friend from back in St Olaf that's come to visit her. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she wants Blanche to go to dinner with them to pry for information.
Blanche: Alright, fine! But I still don't understand why you cannot remember this man! He says you seriously dated. I mean, how many boyfriends could a naive farmer's daughter possibly have had? Two, three?
Rose: Well that depends, what's your definition of a boyfriend?
Blanche: Any man you bring to a fevered pitch of uncontrollable estasy.
Dorothy: ...
Rose: Oh! ...56.
Dorothy: ...
Blanche: ...excuse me?
Rose: I had about 56 boyfriends. Of course, that was before I knew Charlie. I probably would have had more, but I wasn't allowed to start dating 'til I was a senior.
Blanche: Fifty-six? Fifty-six?!
Dorothy: Oh God, stand back, she's gonna blow!
Blanche: What do you mean, you've had 56 boyfriends?! You told me you were a virgin 'til you got married!
Rose: Hey, you can have a boyfriend without having to go all the way.
Blanche: [gasp] You cannot! If that were true, Rose, that would mean you were a...a slut.
Dorothy: Oh come on, Blanche, how can you say that? So the woman had 56 boyfriends in one year. She's not a slut.
Rose: Thank you, Dorothy.
Dorothy: She is The Slut.
Blanche: [shocked] Dorothy Zbornak, you take that back!
Dorothy: [motions to Blanche] The Slut is dead, [motions to Rose] long live The Slut.
Sophia: [enters the kitchen after a laugh track] Okay, listen up. I've got man trouble and I need advice from someone with experience.
Blanche: I'll be happy to--
Sophia: I hear you're a tramp, Rose.
Rose: ...Mama was right, word gets around fast!
Sophia: I've been dating this guy for a couple of days and I really like him...
Dorothy: Oh, Ma! That's great! Girls, isn't that great?
Blanche: [pouty] ...I'm the biggest slut.
*giggle* teague, if you can guess who I think of when I hear Rose, you get a cookie. A nice, chocolatey one.