-Hey Ma..You're on diet pills, ain't you?
-I told you.I'm going to a specialist.
-That's what I thought!You're on speed, ain't ya?
-Harry, I'm goin' to a doctor.
-Does he give you pills?
-Of course. He's a doctor..
-What kind of pills?
-A purple, a blue, an orange...
-I mean, like what's in 'em?
-Oh, Harry, I'm Sara Goldfarb, not Albert Einstein. How should I know?
-Does it make you feel good and give you pep?
-Well... yeah, a little...
-Ma, I can hear ya grinding your teeth.
-That goes away at night.
-Yeah, when I take the green one.In some minutes I'm asleep. Poof.
-Ma, Ma, ya gotta cut that stuff loose. I'm tellin' ya, it's no good.
-What do you mean it's no good? lbs I've lost.
-So what? You wanna be a dope fiend?
-Dope fiend? Am I foaming at the mouth? He's a nice doctor.
-I am telling you, he's no good.
-How come you know so much? How come you know more than a doctor?
-Believe me, Ma, I know. All right? You'll get strung out.
-Ah, come on!I almost fit in my red dress.The one I wore to your high school graduation.
The one your father liked so much. oh, I remember how he looked at me in that red dress.
-Ma, what's the big deal about the red dress?
-I'm going to wear it at.. You don't know!I'm gonna be on television.I got a call and an application...
-Come on, Ma, who's pulling your leg?
-No, no, no. I'm tellin' ya. I'm gonna be a contestant on television. They haven't told me when yet,
but you'll be proud when you see your mother in her red dress on TV.
-What is the big deal?. Those pills will kill you before you get on.
-"Big deal?. " I'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me.Soon...millions of people will see me
and they'll all like me.I'll tell them about you...and your father. How good he was to us.
Remember?It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress.
It's a reason to smile.It makes tomorrow all right..
What have I got, Harry?
-Why should I even make the bed or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone.
Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to...care for. What have I got, Harry?
I 'm lonely. I'm old.
-You got friends, Ma.
-It's not the same. They don't need me.I like the way I feel..I like thinking about the red dress...
and the television and you and your father.
Now when I get the sun, I smile.