JULIE
I’m sorry, Mother Hollunder. . . .
MOTHER HOLLUNDER
Sorry! Better be sorry the lazy good-for-nothing ain’t in jail where he belongs instead of in the way of honest, hard-working people. [She exits into the kitchen.]
MARIE
Who’s that?
JULIE
Mrs. Hollunder—my aunt. This is her [with a sweeping gesture that takes in the camera, dark room and screen] studio. She lets us live here for nothing.
MARIE
What’s she fetching the wood for?