JUNO. I presume so: I never tried.
MRS. JUNO. You never told me you couldn't fight, Tops. I thought you were an accomplished boxer.
JUNO. My precious: I never gave you any ground for such a belief.
MRS. JUNO. You always talked as if it were a matter of course. You spoke with the greatest contempt of men who didn't kick other men downstairs.
JUNO. Well, I can't kick Mr. Lunn downstairs. We're on the ground floor.
MRS. JUNO. You could throw him into the harbor.
GREGORY. Do you want me to be thrown into the harbor?
MRS. JUNO. No: I only want to show Tops that he's making a ghastly fool of himself.
GREGORY [rising and prowling disgustedly between the chesterfield and the windows] We're all making fools of ourselves.
JUNO [following him] Well, if we're not to fight, I must insist at least on your never speaking to my wife again.