Peaches
[Homer reads the actual Cider House Rules to the illiterate workers]
What do they think, go up to the roof to sleep? They must think we're crazy. They think we're dumb ****, so we need some dumb rules, is what they think.
Rose Rose
That's it? It don't mean nothin' at all. And all this time I been wonderin' about 'em.
Arthur Rose
They outrageous, them rules. Who live in this cider house? Who grindin' up those apples, pressin' that cider, cleanin' up all this mess? Who just plain live here, just breathin' in that vinegar? Well, someone who don't live here made those rules. Those rules ain't for us. We are supposed to make our own rules. And we do. Every single day.
