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!