WALTER: Who the hell told you you had to be a doctor? If you so crazy ‘bout messing ‘ round with sick people- then go be a nurse like other women-or just get married and get married and be quiet. . .
BENEATHA: Well—you finally got it said . . . It took you three years but you finally got it said. Walter, give up; leave me alone - it’s Mama’s money.
WALTER: He was my father, too!
BENEATHA: So what? He was mine, too - and Travis’ grandfather - but the insurance money belongs to Mama. Picking on me is not going to make her give it to you to invest in any liquor stores - (under breath, dropping into a chair) - and I for one say, God bless Mama for that!
WALTER (to RUTH): See-did you hear? Did you hear!
RUTH: Honey, please go to work.
WALTER: Nobody in this house is ever going to understand me.
BENEATHA: Because you’re a nut.
WALTER: Who’s a nut?
BENEATHA: You-you are a nut. Thee is mad, boy.
WALTER (looking at his wife and his sister from the door, very sadly): The world’s most backward race of people, and that’s a fact.
Beneatha argues that the money belongs to Mama and that Mama has the right to decide how it is spent. Walter then leaves for his job as a chauffeur he has to ask Ruth for money to get to work because the money he gave Travis was his car fare.
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