MME. KABANOVA. Well, would you have me praise you for that, hey?
DIKOY. Needn't praise or blame. Only I'm drunk, and that's all about it. I can't get over it till I've slept it off.
MME. KABANOVA. Well, go and have a sleep then.
DIKOY. Where am I to go?
MME. KABANOVA. Home, of course, where else?
DIKOY. But if I don't want to go home.
MME. KABANOVA. Why not, allow me to ask you?
DIKOY. Because I've a row going on there.
MME. KABANOVA. Why, who is there to quarrel with? You're the only quarrelsome one there, you know.
DIKOY. Well, what if I am quarrelsome, hey? What of it, hey?