Dorothy: Gloria, you okay?
Gloria: I just had a bad day. I guess I'm a little scared. I don't know, maybe I was too confident when I got here, trying to convince myself I was happy. I guess I'm really lonely.
Dorothy: Oh, Gloria, I understand.
Gloria: Oh, I know you understand, Dorothy. That's why I came to you. I'm miserable, with no prospects. Oh, Dorothy, how do you do it? Day after day. Year after year. I feel lost.
Dorothy: Well, honey, look, you're in a new city, you're poor, you're a single woman. You have no money.
Gloria: I know, but-
Dorothy: I mean, you're poor. Now, you think about that. Every last cent is gone. No mas dinero.