Daca ii mai aud pe astia la televizor (pusti abia trecuti de douazeci de ani) o sa fac pe dracul ghem si-o sa le trimit fragmentul asta – o bucatica de minunatie cu monologul plin de pasiune al lui Ellen Burstyn despre cum se simte ea batrana – pe care ei s-ar putea sa nu-l inteleaga si cu atat mai putin sa-l aprecieze … Recviem pentru un vis.
„I’m somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me.
Soon, millions of people will see me and they’ll all like me.
I’ll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember?
It’s a reason to get up in the morning. It’s a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It’s a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right.
What have I got Harry, hmm?
Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I’m alone. Your father’s gone, you’re gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I’m lonely. I’m old.
…
Ah, it’s not the same. They don’t need me.
I like the way I feel.
I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father.
Now when I get the sun, I smile.”