Sheila
I have a daughter. She's nine. She loves me a lot, hates me a lot. And, uh, God help her, she wants to be a dancer.
Diana
What's so wrong about that? How can anybody in their right mind want to be anything else? I remember I used to stand outside this stage door, and watch the girls come out, and think: "God, can anything like that ever happen to me?" But now I meet somebody, and they say: "Wow, you dance on Broadway? You got somewhere. You're something."
