Joe: I'd get another job if I could. There's no work -- you know it.

Edna : I only know we're at the bottom of the ocean.

Joe: What can I do?

Edna: Who's the man in the family, you or me?

Joe: That's no answer. Get down to brass tacks. Christ, gimme a break, too! : A coffee and Java all day. I'm hungry, too, Babe. I'd work my fingers to the bone if --

Edna: I'll open a can of salmon.

Joe: Not now. Tell me what to do!

Edna: I'm not God!

Joe: Jeez, I wish I was a kid again and didn't have to think about the next minute.

Edna: But you're not a kid and you do have to think about the next minute. You got two blondie kids sleeping in the next room. They need food and clothes. I'm not mentioning anything else — But we're stalled like a flivver in the snow. For five years I laid awake at night listening to my heart pound. For God's sake, do something, Joe, get wise. Maybe get your buddies together, maybe go on strike for better money. Poppa did it during the war and they won out. I'm turning into a sour old nag.