Gloria: One cannot expect too much from honest money, and we don't.
Pablo: How can you be so sure? When he and I were pals we could go to firstclass, air-conditioned movie houses every other day. I'll bet all the money I have here now (showing his wallet) that he has not been to one since you “liberated” him from me. And that was almost four years ago.
Pablo: (rises and walks about) What is honest money? Does it look better than dishonest money? Does it buy more? And honesty? What is it? Dressing like that? Staying in this dungeon you call a house? Is that what you so beautifully call honesty?
Mario: (rises) Pablo…
Gloria: I know you have come to lead him back to you dishonest ways, but you can't. He won't listen to you now! We have gone this far and we can go on living without your help!
Pablo: (sarcastic) You call this living? This, Gloria, is what you call dying, dying slowly…minute by minute.(laughs)
Pablo: (mockingly) See what happened to your daughter? That is what honesty has done to her. And how can honesty help her now? She's not sick and she needs no medicine. You know that. You know very well what she needs: good food! She's undernourished, isn't she?Gloria: I have no regrets.
Pablo: (ignoring Mario) -he said he would be back this noon. But he didn't show up. I came because I was afraid his conscience was bothering him.
Pablo: He came to the house yesterday-
Pablo: (brushes him off) I got tired of waiting for you!
Gloria: So you have been seeing each other! I was afraid so!
Mario: (crosses to him and shakes him) Pablo, stop it! (Pablo stops.) You shouldn't have come.