Louise: [out of breath] He's dead, Chance! The Old Man's dead!
Chance: [flatly, turns back to TV] ...I see.
Louise: Must of happened durin' the night, I don't know...Lord, he wasn't breathin' and as cold as a fish. I touched him, just to see, and you believe me, Chance - that's doin' more than I get paid to do... Then I just cover him up, pulled the sheet over his head...
Chance: [nodding] Yes. I've seen that done.
Louise: ...Then I get the hell out of that room and call the doctor and I think I woke him probably, he wasn't any too alert. He just said, 'Yeah, he's been expectin' it and said he'd send somebody over...' Lord, what a mornin'!
Chance: [watches news flashes of season's first snowfall] ...Yes, Lousie, it's snowing in the garden today. Have you looked outside and seen the snow? It's very white.
[A beat of silence from Louise, then anger.]
Louise: Gobbledegook! Dammit, Boy! Is that all you got to say? More gobbledegook?
[Chance smiles, is silent]
Louise: That Old Man's layin' up there dead as hell and it just don't make any difference to you!
[Lousie takes a long look at Chance, then softens, sits next to him.]
Louise: Oh, Lord, Chance - I don't know what I was expectin' from you... I'm sorry for yellin' like I did... No sir, I just don't know what I was expectin'...
[Chance doesn't react, watches TV]
Louise: ...I 'spose I'd better gather up some breakfast for you...
Chance: [finally turns to Louise] Yes, I'm very hungry.
