Belinda. He said–very rudely–that, if I loved him, I'd do my hair in a different way.
Delia (sinks down on her haunches, facing the audience). How ridiculous!
Belinda (touching her hair). Of course, I didn't do it like this then. I suppose we never ought to have married, really.
Delia. Why did you?
Belinda. Mother rather wanted it. (Solemnly.) Delia, never get married because your mother— Oh, I forgot; I'm your mother.
Delia. And I don't want a better one ... (They embrace.) And so you left each other?
Belinda. Yes.
Delia. But, darling, didn't you tell him there was going to be a Me?
Belinda. Oh no!
Delia. I wonder why not?