"Oh men!"
Enid looked at McBride, and with that almost telepathy that seems to exist between husband and wife, John understood that he was to leave this to Enid. He thought with a smile: Enid's smaller, but I'll bet she packs a better wallop! Then he motioned to Whitlock, and they left as Enid said: "You're a complete washout, my dear, and your not knowing that makes you even more complete. Why don't you get smart?"
"Are you trying to tell me how to manage my life?"
"It's time someone did. Obviously you aren't capable of managing it."
"I do all right."
"Nuts. If this is a sample of your brilliance, I say, 'bring back the good old days!' Look, Sandra, what are you trying to prove?"
"That I'm as good as any man."
"Spinach. Ask any man and he'll probably admit it. What you're trying to prove is that you're better than all men, isn't that it?"
"Well—"
"And since you are superior to men, no doubt you'd prefer legal protection for them—marriage laws designed to assist and protect the weaker and inferior male; labor restrictions so that grasping women may not take advantage of them; protection so that avaricious women will not be able to take advantage of his lesser experience?"