What’s the big deal about being on television? Those pills’ll kill ya before ya ever get on, fa krist’s sake.
SARA (his mother)
Big deal? You drove up in a cab. You see who had the sun seat? You notice your mother in the special spot getting the sun? You know who everybody talks to? You know who’s somebody now? Who’s no longer just a widow in a little apartment who lives alone? I’m somebody now, Harry. Everyone likes me. Soon millions of people will see me and like me. I’ll tell them about you and your father. I’ll tell them how your father liked the red dress and how good he was to us. Remember? And who knows what I might win? A new refrigerator. A Rolls-Royce, maybe. Robert Redford.
So what’s wrong with Robert Redford? It’s not the prizes, Harry. It doesn’t make any difference if I win or lose. It’s like a reason to get up in the morning. It’s a reason to lose weight so I can be healthy. It’s a reason to fit in the red dress. It’s a reason to smile, already. It makes tomorrow alright. What have I got, Harry? Why should I even make the bed or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I’m alone. Seymour’s gone, you’re gone, I have no one to take care of. Anybody. Everybody. What do I have? I’m lonely, Harry. I’m old.