(Sharply) Ha! I’ve weathered a thousand storms! I’m not afraid of the elements.

Just sat here like a vulture waiting for me to die so he can pick my bones! And that Luther! There’s another one that can’t wait till I’m dead!

Because your grandfather left him twenty thousand dollars, but he doesn’t get it until I die. None of you gets anything until I die!

Susan, my child! You’re a liar or a fool. As for Luther, the older some of us get, the greedier we get.

Because this has become a house of hate. . . . Everyone hates everyone else, except Susan, and I’m not even sure of her!

(Angry and suspicious) Susan! Have you dared ask anyone to this house to question me?!

(Cuts in, gasping from exertion and excitement) Never mind what I said! You’re as bad as the rest! Get out! Get those people out of my house!