Glory Glory2002

Hannah:
Might be nice, mightn't it? Stop, get a home, one with walls I mean, and a man.

Ellie:
Don't, you're scaring me. [Widow laughs]

Hannah:
It's only a dream, Ellie, only a dream.

The Widow:
Is it? Hell, ain't never too late.

Hannah:
Oh yeah, what're we going to do? Earn fees and grub on some God-forsaken prairie for 14 hours a day so we can all get pregnant a dozen times and die, that what you want to do? I didn't think so.