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: Poor Bob. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose
: I have been sorry my whole life, and from the looks of it, so have you.
: What about our clothes? Ruth
: Gone. Andy Patchett
: What about my toys? Ruth
: Gone. Nicolette
: What about my tapes? Ruth
: Gone, everything is gone.
: Andy, Nicolette, this is your new home.
: [to Mary
] Oh, I'm so sorry.
] Some women are born beautiful. They make it look easy. But most women have to put a little time and effort into their appearance, and then there are those of us who need all the help we can get, like me.
: Okay Ruth, I'll give you a few days, then you've got to come back for the kids. Where can I reach you? Ruth
: I'm not coming back, Bob, they'll have a much better life here with you. Bob
: Wait a minute, Ruth, where're you going? Ruth
: I don't know, Bob, into my future I guess.
: I would have to get used to being alone now. It's not easy for a mother to be separated from her children. I'll bet Mary Fisher's mother feels the same way. Maybe I can help old Mrs. Fisher get reacquainted with her daughter. But first, I would need a new name.
: [switching the nursing home's sedatives with energy pills
] Mary Fisher's mother had been enjoying a long, untroubled sleep. It was time to wake her up.
: [coaching the nursing home women in a game of soccer, jumping up and down
] Come on! Kick that ball! Yes, go! Come on Miss Zulinski! Hooper
: What is going on here? Ruth
: Oh, isn't it wonderful? Hooper
: I know what you've been doing! The vitamins, the workouts, it's against the rules! I'm going to report you to Mrs. Trumper and then you'll be sorry. Ruth
: Oh I don't think so, I HAVE been sorry my whole life and by the looks of it, so have you, so you do whatever you want. It's a shame though, Hooper, I always thought that women like us should stick together. Let's go! Kick that ball!
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose
: [picks up Mary Fisher's book
] Mary Fisher, any relation? Mrs. Fisher
: My daughter. Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose
: Oh how nice. Mrs. Fisher
: She's a slut. Bitch keeps me in this dogpound while she lives the life of a princess in her gar damn mansion! Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose
: Well that doesn't seem fair. Mrs. Fisher
: Yeah I ought to drop in on her one day, that'd scare the shit out of her. Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose
: You have rights, if you wanted to go see your daughter nobody could stop you. Mrs. Fisher
: I'm too old. Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose
: You are a mature and vibrant woman, and don't you let anybody tell you anything different. Mrs. Fisher
: Yeah? I suppose I could go on Sunday afternoon. Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose
: I'll put you on the train myself, and I'll even call ahead to make sure the butler knows you're coming. Mrs. Fisher
: Butler? I'll bet there's hanky panky there. Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose
: Well there's only one way to find out.