MRS. FLAMM
No, girl. I don't understand that. How can you bear to say that the man lies? 'Tis your shape that almost tells the story now!
ROSE
He lies! He lies! That's all I know.
MRS. FLAMM
But in what respect does he lie?
ROSE
In every respeck an' in every way!
MRS. FLAMM
I don't believe you've really thought it all out! Do you remember who I am? Think, lass, think! In the first place you confessed it all to me, and furthermore, I know more than what you said: I know all that you didn't say.