Stephen Sondheim - Poor Baby lyrics

SARAH: Darling-- HARRY: Yes? SARAH: Robert. HARRY: What? SARAH: I worry. HARRY: Why? SARAH: He's all alone. There's no one-- HARRY: Where? SARAH: In his life. HARRY: Oh. SARAH: Robert ought to have a woman. Poor baby, all alone, Evening after evening by the telephone. We're the only tenderness he's ever known. Poor baby! JENNY: David-- DAVID: Yes? JENNY: Robert. DAVID: What? JENNY: I worry. DAVID: Why? JENNY: It's such a waste. There's no one-- DAVID: Where? JENNY: In his life. DAVID: Oh. JENNY: Robert ought to have a woman. Poor baby, sitting there, Staring at the walls and playing solitaire, Making conversation with the empty air. Poor baby! [Later, as Robert takes April to bed] SARAH: Robert... JENNY: Bobby... SARAH: Robert, angel... JENNY: Bobby, honey... SARAH: You know, No one Wants you to be happy More than I do, No one, But isn't she a little bit, well, You know, Face it, Why her? Better, No one-- JENNY: ...wants you to be happy More than I do, No one, But-- SARAH & JENNY: Isn't she a little bit, well, You know, Face it-- SUSAN: You know, no one Wants you to be happy More than I do-- AMY & JOANNE: You know, no one Wants you to be happy More than I do, No one, But-- ALL: Isn't she a little bit, well-- [Variously] Dumb? Tacky? Vulgar? Old? Tall? Aggressive? Where is she from? Neurotic? Peculiar? And cheap? She seems so dead. She's tall enough to be your mother. And gross? Depressing? She's very weird. And immature? Goliath! [Together] Poor baby, all alone, Throw a lonely dog a bone, it's still a bone. We're the only tenderness he's ever known. Poor baby!