I told Miss Cotton,
look at my girl Marnie.

She's too smart to go gettin' herself
mixed up with men... none of 'em!

Well, let's go on back to the kitchen.
I've got to see to that pie.
Uh, Marnie, I've been
thinking seriously

about asking Miss Cotton and Jessie
to move in here with me.

Miss Cotton is a real nice woman.
She's decent. A hard-working woman
with a little girl to raise.

Come on, Mama, why don't
you just say what you mean?

What you want is for Jessie
to come live with you.

Marnie, you oughtn't let yourself act
jealous of a little ol' kid like that.

She don't bother me none.
And we could always use
the extra money.

The Cottons are mighty decent people.
Why don't you love me, Mama?
I 've always wondered why you don't.
You never give me one part
of the love you give Jessie.

Mama -
Why do you always
move away from me?

Why? What's wrong with me?
Nothing! Nothing's wrong with you.
No. You don't think that.
You've always thought there
was something wrong with me.

- Haven't you? Always!
- I never.

My God! When I think
of the things I've done

to try to make you love me.
The things I've done!
Hm. What are you
thinking now, Mama?