Dorothy: Come in. How did you get here?
Jimmy: I walked.
Dorothy: Well, I'd like you to meet my roommates Rose and Blanche.
Blanche: Hello.
Rose: Hi. Would you like us to..?
Jimmy: No, no. I gotta start getting used to people. Dorothy, you should know that when I got back to my place, I did some thinking - actually, I did some shaking and then I did some thinking - and I realized I was alone again. After meeting you, I don't want to be alone anymore. You're my friend, and if there's nice people like you out here, maybe the world's not such a bad place. I know this isn't gonna be easy, but I want help. Help and new clothes. So, I'll go to a counselor if you'll drive me.
Dorothy: Drive you? Are you kidding? I'll listen to eight-tracks with you. 'Course, we'll have to use Rose's car. Yeah, but whatever you want, Jimmy, I'm there for you.