ROSE
I don't want to hear nothing. Leave me alone! Your quarrels don't concern me! One o' you is no better'n another.
STRECKMANN
Well, in some things—when it comes to bein' bold.
ROSE
Oh, heavens! That boldness o' yours. We knows that. Go about an' asks the women folks a bit. No, August isn't that kind.
STRECKMANN
[Laughs with lascivious boastfulness.] I'm not denyin' that.
ROSE
An' you couldn't.