Tommy: Mrs. Frost, I'm pretty sure we can work this out.
Mrs. Frost: Tommy, there is no we. There can't be, and I'm not just talking legally.
Tommy: Well, then why did you spend all that time singing to me, luring me like a siren to my destruction?
Mrs. Frost: I'm a singing teacher, Tommy. I sing. I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. Look, I think you'd be better off with a girl your own age.
Tommy: Yeah. So what's your mother look like?