- Mrs. Hughes: Better get that piano player out of your mind. He never did anything for you.
- Gloria Hughes: What of it!
- Mrs. Hughes: Well now, Gloria. For instance, take Mr. Miller he's...
- Gloria Hughes: Yeah, we'll take him.
- Mrs. Hughes: But if it weren't for him, you'd still be yelling your head off down at Himmers.
- Gloria Hughes: Am I better off now? Eating around greasy food, one cheap hotel after another playing five a day?
- Mrs. Hughes: Well you make a lot of money.
- Gloria Hughes: Yeah. A lot of it I guess.
- Mrs. Hughes: Well, of course you don't spend it foolishly. I'm saving it for you.
- Gloria Hughes: Yeah, I know.
- Mrs. Hughes: A lot of thanks I get after all I've done for you. And I raise you. And play for you. Sob.
- [Mrs. Hughes cries]
- Gloria Hughes: And worked my fingers to the bone! Get out, I know that old story too. Oh I'm sorry mom. I appreciate everything you've done for me. I'll try my best to forget Buddy.
- [Gloria gives her mom a big hug]
- Mrs. Hughes: Oh Gloria darling hmm. You always were a good, good girl. I've got to go to the drugstore before they closes. Hurry now dear, because you only have a few minutes.
- [Mrs. Hughes opens the door and leaves]