DAN: Excuse me a minute…. (Examining her throat, like a doctor) Would you mind sayin' something?
MRS. BRAMSON (taken aback): What d'you want me to say?
DAN: Yes …
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes. What?
DAN: There's a funny twitching in your neck when you talk—very slight, of course—nerves, I expect—But I hope your doctor knows all about it … D'you mind if I ask what your ailments are?
MRS. BRAMSON: … Hadn't you better sit down?
DAN (sitting): Thank you.
MRS. BRAMSON: Well, I have the most terrible palpitations. I—
DAN: Palpitations! (Whistling.) But the way you get about!
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh?