Gloria. Of the pigs?
Dill. Yes, love.
Gloria. Do not make fun of the Germans, Dill, I had an aunt born in Germany and I fear she is living yet.
Dill. Can they neither live nor die in Germany, my sweet?
Gloria. I think not, Dill.... But would you not even give him one teeney-weeney pig? (Dill stands in front of Gloria, seriously debating this all-important matter.)
Dill (at length). No, my love.
Gloria. Not one, Dill? Think of the sorrow we have already caused him! There are two misfortunes in life. One is to find one's relations quite, quite dead. The other is, as one generally does, to find them quite, quite, alive.
Dill (moodily). He said I was not a gentleman and shall get nothing.
Gloria (rising). Ah, Dill, you would not be vindictive? I could never believe my husband guilty of that. Moreover, I have a vast superabundance of money myself.
Dill (shocked and hurt). Oh, my love! You might have told me, even if you did not give me any.