And making us independent of women!
VANILLITY (shocked)
My dear Judge!
JUDGE CRITTY
Of good women, I mean. They are the only dangerous kind. We learned how to handle the bad ones a few thousand years ago!
VANILLITY
My dear Judge!
JUDGE CRITTY (going back to the days of boyish confidences) Tommy: it’s my profession to be a hypocrite. That’s why I enjoy talking to you. Being absolutely dependent on me, you can’t give me away. (Laughs foxily) If I didn’t have you, I’d become a Catholic. I simply can’t keep all my cleverness to myself. That’s why most people enjoy confession. And so I say again: the good women are the only dangerous kind! (Goes to cellarette) Have a drink! There! (Pours)
VANILLITY
My dear Lytey—