Veda: Why do you think I went to all this trouble? Why do you think I want money so badly?
Mildred: All right, why?
Veda: Are you sure you want to know?
Veda: Alright, I’ll tell you. With this money I can get away from you.
Veda: From you and your chickens and your pies and your kitchens and everything that smells of grease! I can get away from this shack with its cheap furniture, and this town and its dollar days, and its women that wear uniforms and its men that wear overalls.
Mildred: Veda, I think I’m really seeing you for the first time in my life and you’re cheap and horrible!
Veda: You think just because you made a little money you can get a new hairdo and some expensive clothes and turn yourself into a lady. But you can’t. Because you’ll never be anything but a common frump whose father lived over a grocery store and whose mother took in washing. With this money I can get away from every rotten stinking thing that makes me think of this place or you!
*Veda runs off*
Mildred: Give me that check!
Veda: Not on your life!
Mildred: I said give it to me!
Mildred: Get out Veda. Get your things outta this house right now before I throw them into the street and you with them. Get out before I kill you!