BLUEBEARD (upset). You—you must have the key.
RIDING HOOD. Why?
BLUEBEARD. The—the others all had it.
RIDING HOOD (coldly). Bluebeard, you aren't going to talk about your other wives all the time, are you?
BLUEBEARD. N—no.
RIDING HOOD. Then don't be silly. And take this key, and go and tidy up that ridiculous room of yours, and when it's nice and clean, and when you've shaved off that absurd beard, perhaps I'll marry you.
BLUEBEARD (furiously drawing his sword). Madam!
RIDING HOOD. Don't do it here. You'll want some hot water.
BLUEBEARD (trying to put his sword back). This is too much, this is—
RIDING HOOD. You're putting it in the wrong way round.