Ned Everly: Mama! I found his door.
Charlotte Everly: Good. That must be his desk. Ned, get mama a chair.
Ned Everly: Okay, mama.
Mary: May I help you?
Charlotte Everly: No, you can't. Ned, honey, go back to the motel and wait.
Ned Everly: I'm going to the motel now.
Mary: That's nice.