GLADYS: Well?
ALGERNON: I have reported to them that your child has the heaves.
GLADYS: Well?
ALGERNON: The Society is sending a horse ambulance to take him to the dump.
GLADYS: Dump? To the dump?!!! No, no, it's a cruel, hideous jest! Take away my little dying boy? It would kill him, you understand, it would kill him!!
PHONSIE: (Toughly.) Sure, it would kill me!! (Bites off big chew of Tobacco.)
ALGERNON: Nevertheless, in five minutes the horse ambulance will be here.
GLADYS: Oh no! no! no! What if my child should die?
ALGERNON: Then they will make glue out of his carcass.
GLADYS: Glue. Aw! (Shakes snow on herself from box hanging over the table L.)