SARAH:
Darling--
HARRY:
Yes?
SARAH:
Robert
HARRY:
What?
SARAH:
I worry
HARRY:
Why?
SARAH:
He's all alone
There's no one--
HARRY:
Where?
SARAH:
In his life
HARRY:
Oh
SARAH:
Robert ought to have a woman
Poor baby, all alone
Evening after evening by the telephone
We're the only tenderness he's ever known
Poor baby!
JENNY:
David--
DAVID:
Yes?
JENNY:
Robert
DAVID:
What?
JENNY:
I worry
DAVID:
Why?
JENNY:
It's such a waste
There's no one--
DAVID:
Where?
JENNY:
In his life
DAVID:
Oh
JENNY:
Robert ought to have a woman
Poor baby, sitting there
Staring at the walls and playing solitaire
Making conversation with the empty air
Poor baby!
[Later, as Robert takes April to bed]
SARAH:
Robert...
JENNY:
Bobby...
SARAH:
Robert, angel...
JENNY:
Bobby, honey...
SARAH:
You know
No one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one
But isn't she a little bit, well
You know
Face it
Why her?
Better
No one--
JENNY:
...wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one
But--
SARAH & JENNY:
Isn't she a little bit, well
You know
Face it--
SUSAN:
You know, no one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do--
AMY & JOANNE:
You know, no one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one
But--
ALL:
Isn't she a little bit, well--
[Variously]
Dumb?
Tacky?
Vulgar?
Old?
Tall?
Aggressive?
Where is she from?
Neurotic?
Peculiar?
And cheap?
She seems so dead
She's tall enough to be your mother
And gross?
Depressing?
She's very weird
And immature?
Goliath!
[Together]
Poor baby, all alone
Throw a lonely dog a bone, it's still a bone
We're the only tenderness he's ever known
Poor baby!