You're looking very well, Ruth. I've never seen you so happy. Tell me, do you think Richard loves me?
Well, now, that's a silly thing to say.
Oh, I know in the beginning he loved me. But I'll tell you something funny. He never liked me.
He loved you, but he never liked you?
That's right. We've never really been friends, like you and he. He likes you. Tell me, has he found a nickname for you yet?
Well, not exactly. Sometimes he calls me 'the gal with the hoe,' to kid me about my gardening.
He used to call me 'Patchouli.' [She looks at the mirror reflection of her pregnant self] Look at me. I hate the little beast. I wish it would die.
Ellen!
Shocked, aren't you? If you were having the baby, you'd love it. Well, I never wanted it. Richard and I never needed anything else. And now this.
How can you say such wicked things?
Sometimes the truth is wicked. You're afraid of the truth, aren't you, Ruth?
No. You're the one who's afraid.
