But now I'm talking about you, you see.
FLAMM
You can spare yourself the trouble, mother. My affairs are no concern of yours.
MRS. FLAMM
You say that! 'Tis easily said. But if a person sits still as I have to do and sees a man growing more an' more restless, an' unable to sleep o' nights, an' hears him sighin' an' sighin', and that man happens to be your own husband—why, you have all kinds of thoughts come over you!
FLAMM
Now, mother, you've gone off your head entirely. You seem to want to make me look utterly foolish! I sigh! Am I such an imbecile? I'm not a lovelorn swain.
MRS. FLAMM
No, Christie, you can't escape me that way!