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!
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--
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!
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!