... you know how it ends don't you - alone, sitting in a cafe, with a paid escort.

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]