Stompin' at the Savoy1992

Pauline:
[Angrily marches into Esther's shop and slams the door] You got it all, huh? You just HAD to have him, too?

Esther:
[Quietly] You want to talk about this another time?

Pauline:
[Knocking several materials off of Esther's counter] No, I don't want to talk about it another TIME! You couldn't have cared nothing about him, so why?

Esther:
[Sharply] I DON'T think you want to talk about this now...

Pauline:
And I think you better answer me now!

Esther:
Fine. You want an answer?

Pauline:
Yes!

Esther:
[Moving over to the front window and pointing down the block] Well, just look up and down every street in Harlem!

Pauline:
Look at what?

Esther:
Winos, whores, old people shouting to God and talking to themselves, raggedy and poor, asking for a handout is NOT going to happen to me!

Pauline:
Money. That's all you see. That's ALL you care about!

Esther:
I'm not gonna end up like Alice and Dorothy, waiting for some man to take care of me!

Pauline:
[Loudly] You got the NERVE to stand there and talk about Alice after what you did with that number?

Esther:
I didn't do nothing. The money was mine. *I* played the number.

Pauline:
It would have made SUCH a difference if you'd only given her part of the money!

Esther:
[Coldly] Well, I didn't.

Pauline:
[In disbelief] Damn. You're just like my grandmother. There wasn't nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar. And when she got old and played out, she sold liquor and that's why she kept me around. So men would come up and buy liquor! My own grandmother tried to pimp me! She was low, and she was rotten, and I thought she was the lousiest b*tch I ever met - 'til I come up against you.