You are not young Mrs. Treadwell. You have not been young for years. Behind those old...

Mary Treadwell: You are not young Mrs. Treadwell. You have not been young [strikes match] Mary Treadwell: for years. [lights cigarette] Mary Treadwell: Behind those old eyes, you hide a sixteen year old heart. Poor fool. [puts cigarette out] Mary Treadwell: Is that what men really find attractive? [tweaks hair and poorly applies makeup] Mary Treadwell: Baby, you just haven't managed to grow up, Mrs. Treadwell - of Murray Hill, Virginia. [puts down makeup] Mary Treadwell: Now, [spritzes on perfume] Mary Treadwell: you can paint your toenails gooey [looks distressed] Mary Treadwell: ... you know how it ends don't you - alone, sitting in a cafe, with a paid escort. [starts to cry]