Rose: I remember an old lullaby my mother used to sing to me, so whenever I'm scared or alone, I sing it.
Blanche: I don't need a song.
Rose: (singing) Over there, over there, send the word, send the word over there, that the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming!
Dorothy: THAT was the lullaby your mother sang to you?
Rose: It was the only song she knew.