Esther Clavin: [crying]
Cliff: Ma, will you stop that?
Esther Clavin: All right, good-bye. [sobs]
Cliff: Ma!
Esther Clavin: What? I'm just standing here.
Cliff: You're making those noises.
Esther Clavin: I don't hear any noises. It must be your guilty conscience. You run along. I expect they'll be here any minute to prep me for my lobotomy.
Cliff: Ma, you're not going to make me feel guilty. Now, I'm gonna leave, and I'll see you next visitors' day.
Esther Clavin: Bring cigarettes. They're money in these places, you know.