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!