ROSE
[Nervously trying to restrain him] Oh no, no!
FLAMM
Rosie, give me your dear, good, faithful little paw. [He holds her hand and sits down.] By heaven, Rosie! Look here, I'm a deucedly queer fellow! I'm damned fond of my dear old woman; that's as true as …
ROSE
[Hiding her face in her arm.] You make me want to die o' shame.
FLAMM
Damned fond of her I tell you … but—[His patience snaps.]—this doesn't concern her a bit!
ROSE
[Again tempted to laugh against her will.] Oh, but how you talk, Mr. Flamm!