BETSY: Hey-y nur-r-se. That you nurse? I gotta—
JENKINS: I know, Betsy. You’ve got to pee. Well, come on then, we can’t have you wetting the bed, can we?
BETSY: Oh no, nurse—I don’t do that! I never do that.
(JENKINS secures BETSY to a walker.)
LENA: Guess who didn’t eat her breakfast this morning, Jenkins.
JENKINS: I’ll chart that for Doctor Paterson, Lena.
LENA: It could be the old woman is on a hunger strike.
(LENA taunts BETSY with a spoonful of oatmeal.)
Are you, Betsy? Are you on a hunger strike? Some peoples will do anything for attention.
(JENKINS places BETSY on the toilet)
JENKINS: Be a good girl, Betsy, and pee. We wouldn’t want Betsy to wet the bed, would we, Lena?
(ETTA, a disturbed old woman driving a scooter with one hand and clutching a stack of folded laundry with the other, speeds past the open door. An irate STAFF member rushes past in pursuit)
STAFF: (shouting) Just what do you think you are doing, young lady? Somebody, please call the front desk.
LENA: No. Not like old lady Schneidermann out there; she makes daffodils in the bed sheets. The smell! It makes you sick.
BETSY: Oh no, nurse! I never would pee the bed. I never would!
JENKINS: Lena, I think you had better help nurse rein in Mrs Schneidermann.
LENA: Since when is chasing that old piss bag in my job description?