Faye Dunaway - Mommie Dearest - Robert Getchell, Tracy Hotchner, Frank Perry, Frank Yablans lyrics

NO...MORE.. WIRE... HANGERS! What's wire hangers doing in this closet when I told you: no wire hangers EVER?! I work and work 'till I'm half-dead, and I hear people saying, 'She's getting old.' And what do I get? A daughter... who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her... as she cares about me! What's wire hangers doing in this closet? Answer me! I buy you beautiful dresses, and you treat them like they were some dishrag. You threw a three hundred dollar dress on a wire hanger! We'll see how many you've got if they're hidden somewhere. We'll see... we'll see. Get out of that bed. All of this is coming out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out. You've got any more? We're gonna see how many wire hangers you've got in your closet. Wire hangers, why? Why? Christina, get out of that bed. Get out of that bed. You live in the most beautiful house in Brentwood and you don't care if your clothes are stretched out from wire hangers. And your room looks like some two-dollar-a-week furnished room in some two-bit back street town in Oklahoma. Get up. Get up. Clean up this mess.