EDITH:

You're standing on my porch.
Yes, it's my porch.
I own it.
My new porch.

Exactly like the old porch
Yes, except that it's my porch.
This one.
Right here.
This porch.

It doesn't have a swing.
Don't you think that it needs one?
But what a perfect chair!
Sit down and smell the
Glorious roses that aren't yet blooming there, and…

Take a look at my house.
Yes the tea house is my house.
Yes siree.
It isn't much to look at,
Yes, but guess what the deed says?
Edith.
Right here.
That's my name.

I know the paint is peeling,
The plumbing is leaking.
The septic tank's too small.
But think of all the headaches I'd have
If I bought the Taj Mahal.

I never owned a thing, Jack.
Nothing real, Jack,
A suitcase, the clothes I wear,
And even in my dreams, Jack,
When I dream, just a small room,
Small porch, small house.

EDITH: Let me show you! (Opens door.) Bedroom! Kitchen! My House!

It's not enough for two, Jack.
Not for me, Jack,
And no, Jack,
No not for you.
You're just a little late, Jack.
Your proposal
Is precious, tender,
Late, Jack.

It's just a pretty thing, Jack,
The way it catches light,
The moon caught in a ring, Jack,
On such a perfect night.

Maybe last year, an hour ago,
I'd have felt different.
How can I know?
On such a night as this, Jack,
It's anyone's guess.
If I hadn't bought the house, Jack,
Jack, I might have said "yes."