JOHN. That goes double. You're going to cut out the cabs and cafés, and I'm going to cut out the whiskey and all-night sessions [LAURA releases him; he backs slightly away.]; and you're going to be somebody and I'm going to be somebody, and if my hunch is worth the powder to blow it up, we're going to show folks things they never thought were in us. Come on now, kiss me.
She kisses him; tears are in her eyes. He looks into her face with a quaint smile.
JOHN. You're on, ain't you, dear?
LAURA. Yes, I'm on.
JOHN. Then [Points toward door with his left arm over her shoulder.] call him.
LAURA. Brockton?
JOHN. Yes, and tell him you go back to New York without any travelling companion this season.
LAURA. Now?
JOHN. Sure.
LAURA. You want to hear me tell him?