I’m somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they’ll all like me. I’ll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It’s a reason to get up in the morning. It’s a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It’s a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I’m alone. Your father’s gone, you’re gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I’m lonely. I’m old.
Ah, it’s not the same. They don’t need me. I like the way I feel. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. Now when I get the sun, I smile.
In the end it’s all nice.
Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening.
There’s my three meals, Mr. Smartypants.
And green at night. Just like that. One, two, three, four.
How come you know more about medicine than a doctor?
If this is a red, I wanna know, what’s orange?
I’m walkin’ across the stage! And you should see my Harry on television. We’re giving the prizes away.
I just wanted to be on the show!
Of course he gives me pills. He’s a doctor!
Uh, uh, a blue one, a purple one, an orange one…
Everything’s all mixed up, confused.
I’m thinking thin.
Harold, I’m gonna be on television.
Good afternoon, Mr. Rabinowitz, although I’m not so sure how good it is.
