"I suppose you think I'm mercenary, and I thought I was, too.

You don't know how people like us _need_ money sometimes.

All the things we like _cost_ so--all the real things.

And poor mamma, she needed things; she'd never had them, and I thought that I could stand being married to you if I could get them that way....

Maybe I could, you know, if you'd been different, more like us I mean.