Ellen:
You're looking very well, Ruth. I've never seen you so happy. Tell me, do you think Richard loves me?
Ruth:
Well, now, that's a silly thing to say.
Ellen:
Oh, I know in the beginning he loved me. But I'll tell you something funny. He never liked me.
Ruth:
He loved you, but he never liked you?
Ellen:
That's right. We've never really been friends, like you and he. He likes you. Tell me, has he found a nickname for you yet?
Ruth:
Well, not exactly. Sometimes he calls me 'the gal with the hoe,' to kid me about my gardening.
Ellen:
He used to call me 'Patchouli.' [She looks at the mirror reflection of her pregnant self] Look at me. I hate the little beast. I wish it would die.
Ruth:
Ellen!
Ellen:
Shocked, aren't you? If you were having the baby, you'd love it. Well, I never wanted it. Richard and I never needed anything else. And now this.
Ruth:
How can you say such wicked things?
Ellen:
Sometimes the truth is wicked. You're afraid of the truth, aren't you, Ruth?
Ruth:
No. You're the one who's afraid.
