Mary: I went to the hospital to pick her up and they said her son came and got her. Now, I know it can't be my brother Roy, she has a restraining order out on him.
Dick: No, Mary, it was me.
Mary: Well... I'm here to get her.
Dick: Why? So you can take care of her in some sort of perfunctory manner?
Mary: Well, yeah.
Dick: Martha deserves more than that. She shed some new light on your past, Mary. You were quite the rebellious little tart.
Mary: Dick, you have no idea what it was like living with a mother like that.
Dick: And you don't know how lucky you are to have a mother. [Mary gasps] Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I hear Mother calling.
Mary: I didn't hear anything.
Dick: That's because you're listening with your ears... and not your heart.