ANNA—[Callously.] You'd win.
CHRIS—For dat Irish fallar?
ANNA—[Defiantly.] Yes—if you want to know! [Then with a forlorn laugh.] If he did come back it'd only because he wanted to beat me up or kill me, I suppose. But even if he did, I'd rather have him come than not show up at all. I wouldn't care what he did.
CHRIS—Ay guess it's true you vas in love with him all right.
ANNA—You guess!
CHRIS—[Turning to her earnestly.] And Ay'm sorry for you like hell he don't come, Anna!
ANNA—[Softened.] Seems to me you've changed your tune a lot.
CHRIS—Ay've been tanking, and Ay guess it vas all my fault—all bad tangs dat happen to you. [Pleadingly.] You try for not hate me, Anna. Ay'm crazy ole fool, dat's all.
ANNA—Who said I hated you?
CHRIS—Ay'm sorry for everytang Ay do wrong for you, Anna. Ay vant for you be happy all rest of your life for make up! It make you happy marry dat Irish fallar, Ay vant it, too.