Tánya (angrily and severely). You'll get nothing from me, I tell you!
Vasíly Leoníditch (off the scene). Gregory!
Gregory. You're mighty particular, ain't you?
Vasíly Leoníditch (off the scene, shouts persistently, monotonously, and with all his might) Gregory! Greg—ory! Gregory!
[TÁNYA and GREGORY laugh.
Gregory. You should have seen the girls that have been sweet on me.
[Bell rings.
Tánya. Well then, go to them, and leave me alone!
Gregory. You are a silly, now I think of it. I'm not Simon!
Tánya. Simon means marriage, and not tomfoolery!