LAURA
(miserably)
I guess she's right. I am spoiled, and I am silly, and I am extravagant—
GORDON
Don't be silly, darling. That's crazy stuff. I'm not overworked, and even if I were I'd love it, for you—
LAURA
I don't want a nurse for Junior. I wouldn't have one in the house. (Sits up, dishevelled, and displays the small shirt she has been clutching.) Gordon, I'm not an amateur! I love that baby and I am scientific. I keep a chart of his weight every week.
GORDON
Yes, I know, ducky, Gordon understands. Soon we'll be able to buy that scales you want, and we won't have to weigh him on the meat balance.