Arthur.. After all, what is love but a disease of the imagination? Don't cry, little girl, I can always shoot myself!
Grace.. [Who croaks an octave higher.] I'm not crying. Tell me more.
[Moviely the stage direction comes: "He leans forward."
Arthur.. But why should there be one law for women and another for men? One law for childhood and another for old age? Why skirts, why trousers? Why those monotonies of sensation and experience? Why this unreality, this hypocrisy, this cowardice, this exaltation of the super-sham? Why...?
[Moviely at the back is written: "She leans forward, too."
Man of the World.. Now the emotion thickens!
Grace.. Let us go back to the beginning.
Pantaloon.. I can't hear none of this.
Clown.. If you worked Pictures with it, it mightn't be so bad...for them as likes this sort of stuff.
Man of the World.. We do work Pictures with the lighter and fruitier forms of drama. But here they would only obfuscate the cerebration. Wait till she cerebrates. And she cerebrates some!