Rambling Rose

Well, Rose...
my sleep was disturbed last night.

So was Mrs. Hillyer's
and the children's. How about you?

Was your sleep disturbed, too?
Why, yes, it was.
I heard strange voices.

Strange voices, Rose?
stop behaving as if you were Bo-Peep.

I'm not behaving
as if I'm Bo-Peep, sir.

Those men had a fight
because of some female in this house,

and it wasn't Dolly or Mrs. Hillyer.
Well, it's because...
I don't know them.
They're strangers to me.

I don't think Rose is well.
She may have a fever.

It's not my fault
if the girl has the Epizootics.

Rose, when I have to
get up at night to defend my home,

against 2 scoundrels in the bushes...
They weren't scoundrels.
They were just boys.

Boyfriends of Rose's
And why shouldn't she have boyfriends?

Don't you think she's human,
the same as you are yourself?

Just a moment, dear.
All I meant is, I wouldn't want
any young woman living in my house,

traipsing out at night,
meeting strange orangutans
to discuss the New Deal with 'em.

I'm not going to listen to this.
We're having a conversation,
and you bring in orangutans?

Darling, please.
Scrappers in the bushes, whatever.

It's the South with its
horrible traditions of slavery

and oppression of women.
The South has
nothing to do with this. Now, Rose...

You cannot fire this girl.
Not for having boyfriends.