Anna: (about St. Olaf) Rolling hills, beautiful houses.
Anna: Full of idiots.
Anna: Oh no offense, deary, I didn't say everybody who lived there was an idiot, it just seems that per capita they have more than their share.
Rose: Oh well per capita, sure...I'm going there to see my children. They figured it'd be cheaper for me to come out to see them than for all them to come out here.
Anna: They figured that out? And they live in St. Olafs?
Anna: You must be so proud.
Rose: I am.