Det. Inspector Webster: You perform abortions, don't you?
Vera: That's not what I do dear. That's what you call it. But they need help. Who else they got to turn to? No one. I help them out.
Reg: It don't seem fair. Look at my mom: six of us in two rooms. It's all right if you're rich, but if you can't feed them, you can't love them, can you?
Vera: I reckon that Reg would make a good husband to some nice girl.
Stan: Where's a bloke like that gonna meet someone?
Stan: Whatever she done, she done it out of the goodness of her heart.
Vera: I help girls out.
