PHONSIE: I don't want to be no glue, mommer, I'd be all stuck up.
GLADYS: (Goes C. to PHONSIE.) Why this fiendish plot? What have
I done that you thus pursue me?
ALGERNON: (R. C.) You repulsed my hellish caresses.
GLADYS: Oh, I will do anything to save my child. I'll try to love you. . . . I will love! See? (Business.) (Into his arms.) I love you now!
MOE REISS: (Enter, center.) What's this? My wife in that man's arms? Oh! (Crosses L.)
GLADYS: (At right, to MOE REISS.) Oh, Moe, I can explain. (Grabs his throat and shakes him.)
MOE REISS: (To GLADYS.) Explain!!! How? I go away and desert you for eight years. (Turns from her and goes L.) In that short absence you forget your husband. (Turns to her.) I return to find you in his arms, before my very nose. (Smashes PHONSIE in face.) (Business.) (He sees BIRDIE.) You, Birdie!
BIRDIE: Yes, I, little Birdie—Birdie on the spot.
MOE REISS: Ah, you she-fiend, you lady demon! (Kisses her.)
GLADYS: (Screams.) No, no! (Runs to him.) It's all a plot! A hideous plot to part us! This man has complained to the S. P. C. A. that our little Phonsie has the heaves. They are sending a horse ambulance to take him to the dump! They'll make glue out of his carcass! (To ALGERNON.) You see what you have done! (Beats him on back.) Tell my husband, you devil, tell him the truth!!!