Sister, Sister1982

Freida Lovejoy Burton:
Papa always had you. He didn't need me. I mean, talk about a "Handservant to the Lord." You even slept on the floor next to his bed.

Carolyne Lovejoy:
While you ran off when he could not do for himself!

Freida Lovejoy Burton:
I've been expecting this conversation since I walked into this house, and let me tell you something: Papa ate up people's lives. He swallowed up Mama, and then he swallowed you up, so you ought to look at yourself.Or maybe it's the other way around. I mean, you sound just like him. Every dream, every hope... must not serve human beings, but some buildings, a church, a house...

Carolyne Lovejoy:
That's enough, Freida!

Freida Lovejoy Burton:
And now you're trying to swallow up Sissy!

Carolyne Lovejoy:
I'm not trying to swallow up Sissy! I am trying to SAVE Sissy!

Freida Lovejoy Burton:
Save Sissy? From what? Love? Life? Challenges? What? And look at you! You made yourself into some...

Carolyne Lovejoy:
[Turning to leave] Good night, Sissy!

Freida Lovejoy Burton:
Not yet! Papa died...

Carolyne Lovejoy:
Papa died, and you did NOT come to his funeral!

Freida Lovejoy Burton:
That's right. I remember when Mama died. I remembered! And I stood there looking at her grave, and I thought about her life! She was Mr. Lovejoy's shadow! What he liked, she liked! What he didn't like, she didn't like, and he didn't like ME! So, we buried Mama, and that's when I decided to leave. And I was NEVER going to come back.