Rose Loves Charlie

Aw, Rose...damn over-sentimental hormones...

Stan the Cheater

Dorothy: Oh, I remember when Stanley told me he was having an affair. It was at least 24 hours before I cut the crotches out of all his slacks.

 

Blanche: You didn't!

 

Dorothy: I was teaching English Lit at the time. Symbolism was my life.

How Charlie Died

 

Rose: I'm sure it isn't a heart attack. A heart attack's bigger. I've seen a heart attack. Charlie had a heart attack.

 

Dorothy: And it wasn't like this?

 

Rose: Oh, it was much worse.

 

Dorothy: I think the paramedics would get here!

 

Rose: Charlie made me dress him when he had his heart attack, before the paramedics got here.

 

Dorothy: But he wasn't dressed?

 

Rose: We were... making love.

 

Dorothy: Oh, Rose, honey, you never told me. He died while you were making love?

 

Rose: Well, he didn't die then, he had his heart attack then. And, he told me to dress him.

 

Dorothy: And?

 

Rose: And I dressed him. And then we had a fight. I grabbed a pair of white pants, and I was putting it on him, and Charlie said it was after Labor Day and he couldn't wear white!

 

Dorothy: In the middle of a heart attack?

 

Rose: Oh, Charlie was very stubborn. And very dapper.

 

Dorothy: And, then what happened?

 

Rose: ...And he...told me he loved me...and then it was over. And I put a pair of gray flannel pants on him. And a blue shirt...and a striped tie. And he was all dressed when the paramedics got there.

 

 

Dammit, if this doesn't get me teary every freakin' time!