You call my child a side-issue! (Looking at Tom.) Hasn’t his father anything to say to that?
Tom
(To Grant)
She can’t get me excited about that brat. It stood in my way. I’d have killed it myself if necessary.
Marie
(To Grant)
But you killed it instead.
Grant
(Losing patience)
Yes. I killed it for the same reason he would have: because it would have stood in the way of the play’s success. Are you a couple of fools? Can’t you both get into your heads I was writing a play to make money?