FRED: Don't talk, or he'll hear you.
ANGELA: I'll hide—and you open, or he'll break down the door.
FRED: I'll have nothing to do with this mixup.
HARRY: (Loudly, without.) Open, or I'll bang—down—the—door.
ANGELA: If you don't open, he'll do it—he's a regular "door-banger."
FRED: Well, I'll not.
ANGELA: Then I'll get Miss Carey. (Up to curtains again.) Miss
Carey—Miss Carey—get up.
MISS CAREY: (Sticking her head out of curtains.) My Gawd, what is it now?
ANGELA: (After struggle as to how to explain.) My husband is here to see us.
MISS CAREY: Confound your husband.