Man 1: I got little in this world. I give honesty without regret. One hundred dollars for that picture. I remember taking a picture with… Woman 1: Ooh! Let me show you. Let me show you our picture. This was me and my husband when we were first married Woman 2: I always slept on one side, left room for my husband Woman 1: And that’s me when we were sixteen Woman 2: But this, this, this, this is not the case. I still do it. I still lay on the half of the bed. (pause) We used to sneak in… Man 2: Still haven’t seen the doctor I was seein'; there’s been blood for the last, eh, forty-eight hours, and I can’t get up the mucus for the last, eh, two, three months… oh yes, and I maintain, I maintain strongly, to this minute, I don’t think it’s an ordinary cold Woman 3: God forgive me, but an old person without money is pathetic Woman 4: Children, and mothers, that’s the way we have it. A mother-- they are Woman 5: Cause mothers do too much Woman 4: That is mother’s life, to live for your child. (pause) Yes, my dear Man 3: I couldn’t get younger. I have to be an old man. That’s all. Well… Woman 6: Are you happy here, honey? Are you happy living with us? Man 3: So anytime I walk with Lou and… that’s all Woman 6: Mr. Singer? Are you happy living with us here? Woman 7: But we don’t do that, dear Woman 6: But are you happy? Woman 7: If you mean, if, if you could say, yes, and I thought, and I was so happy, and everybody, «What is this? What is it?» Woman 8: It just is, beautiful. Like, just a room. Your own room, in your own home