Caroline: (about Laura, whose doll was shattered to pieces) She is an unhappy girl.
Charles: Well, I'm afraid she's going to be just as unhappy tomorrow. There's no way I'm gonna be able to put this thing together. The big pieces are easy, but some of them are just as small as pieces of dust.
Caroline: Mary feels just as bad. She threw the ball.
Charles: It was just an accident.
Caroline: Charles, do you think we could afford to....
Charles: I'm sorry, Caroline. It's just--it's the winter money. There's never enough.
Caroline: I know that.
Charles: (takes her hand) You know I wish I could.
Caroline: Of course I do.