Dada. Boys will be boys.... Well, it looks like a nice day.
Charlotte [to Doris]. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t even understand what it’s all about. When the detective searched his bedroom he thought it was the plumber.
Doris. He understands. Sure you do, don’t you, Dada? You understand what it’s all about, don’t you, Dada?
Dada [aggravatingly]. The——?
Charlotte. Oh, let him go. He makes me nervous.
Doris. Maybe he could think out some place where Jerry’s gone. He’s supposed to think so much.
Dada. Well, good afternoon. I think I’ll go down to the library. [Dada goes out by the front door.]
Doris. Listen, Charlotte. I was going to tell you about Joseph—to get your mind off yourself, don’t you remember?
Doris. I’ve gotten sort of tired of him. Honestly, I ought to get myself psychoanalyzed.