Mildred Pierce1945

Veda:
If you bought the uniform for Lottie, and I certainly can't imagine who else you could have bought it for, then why shouldn't she wear it?

Mildred:
You've been snooping around ever since I got this job, trying to find out what it is. And now you know! You know, don't you?

Veda:
Know what? Know what, Mother?

Mildred:
You knew when you gave that uniform to Lottie that it was mine, didn't you?

Veda:
Your uniform?

Mildred:
Yes, I'm waiting tables in a downtown restaurant.

Veda:
My mother - a waitress.

Mildred:
I took the only job I could get so you and your sister could eat and have a place to sleep and some clothes on your backs.

Veda:
Aren't the pies bad enough? Did you have to degrade us?

Mildred:
Veda, don't talk like that!

Veda:
I'm really not surprised. You've never spoken of your people - who you came from - so perhaps it's natural - Maybe that's why father...

[Mildred suddenly lashes out and viciously slaps Veda across the face.]

Mildred:
I'm sorry I did that. I'd have rather cut off my hand. I never would have taken the job if I hadn't wanted to keep us all together. Besides, I wanted to learn the business the best way possible.

Veda:
What kind of business?

Mildred:
The restaurant business. I'm planning on opening a place of my own. There's money in a restaurant if it's run right.

Veda:
You mean, you mean we'll be rich?

Mildred:
Some people have gotten rich that way.