Dorothy: [about Rose] This death trip is probably harder on her than it is on us.
Blanche: What do you mean harder on her? We're the ones doing everything around here while she's out there...eating life!
Sophia: I ate Life once, not a bad cereal...when we run out of the shredded wheat, let's give it another go.
Dorothy: Ma, why don't you go back to bed?
Sophia: Maybe I'll have some shredded wheat now, that way we'll get to the Life sooner.