Charm! Charm! There it is again, Williams. You hadn’t a bit of respect for Mrs. Case’s true character so you made her charming.
Marie
But you gave me a charm all my own before I married Tom.
Tom
She kept it to herself; I never suspected it after we were married.
Marie
But, Mr. Williams, you knew no one could live with Tom Robinson and not lose her charm. All he really wanted of me was to cook his chops and wash his dishes.
Tom
She seems to forget she was my wife and that I was a genius. She wanted me to get my precious fingers red and rough in a dish pan.