- [Sophia and Angela have just cooked a meal for the entire household]
- Blanche Devereaux: Angela, that was the best meal I've ever had in my life.
- Angela: Well, how good could it have been? You left half of it.
- Blanche Devereaux: I ate every bite!
- Angela: There's some sauce left. If you'd really liked it, you'd take a hunk of bread and sop it all up. You can afford it!
- Blanche Devereaux: Oh, no I cant! I've put on a few pounds, you just haven't noticed.
- Angela: What am I blind? I can see that. I meant the bread. You can afford it, it's only 89 cents a loaf.
- Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak: You two made such a fantastic meal. I can't imagine what you came up with for dessert.
- Rose Nylund: I made dessert!
- Blanche Devereaux: Damn!
- Rose Nylund: What you say Blanche?
- Blanche Devereaux: Yum. I said yum
- Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak: Rose, is this another one of those Scandanavian viking concoctions?
- Rose Nylund: Yes! It's called Geneukenfleuken cake. An ancient recipe but I amercanised it.
- Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak: So one might say you brought "Geneukenfleuken" into the 80s?
- Rose Nylund: Yes. But I'm not one to blow my own vetugenfluken.
- Sophia Petrillo: I can't even reach mine.
- Angela: May your shampoo get mixed up with your Preparation H and shrink your head to the size of a mushroom!
- Rose Nylund: [enters kitchen] Girls, I just went out to the garage to check on Count Bessie and her cage is open and she's gone! Where could she be?
- Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak: [looks at her dinner] Aunt Angela, where did you get this chicken?
- Angela: The garage.
- Blanche Devereaux: [forlornly puts her fried chicken down] I guess this means no live entertainment with dessert.
- Angela: Hi Rose, watcha got there?
- Rose Nylund: [clutching a Tupperware container of fried chicken] Exhibit A!
- [storms off]
- Angela: You know, I like Rose, but when a woman throws herself on a platter of chicken and screams 'Murderer!', she's not playing with a full set of bocce balls. I'm getting out of here just in time.