Gloria (with a severe look at Dill who subsides). "Forty-three geese, seven singing birds, nine parrots and two hens."
Dill. The estate has all the enchantment of a zoo, my love.
Gloria. "To my only other relation, the Rev. Peter Kent, who much to my displeasure has taken upon himself that right of interpreting the Lord's intentions on earth, I give nothing. He is an undutiful son, but should he still possess one spark of parental affection, let him go forth to America, that land of beautiful women, and by diligent search for his own beloved brother, prove himself worthy of no title at all, but the rank of a gentleman." (Hands Dill the will.)
Dill. Am I a gentleman? (Bows like a courtier.)
Gloria. Yes, Dill.
Dill. Is he a gentleman?
Gloria. No, Dill.
Dill (decisively). He shall have nothing.
Gloria. No, Dill.
Dill. Nor the chickens, nor the cows, nor even one of the—what was that derivation, my dear?