Jack Don't leave so much green show. I want a contrast, not a study in tints.
Maude Don't touch me! Hold your arms out straight.
Jack (standing like a sign post). Then hurry up! I am not the stuff martyrs are made of.
Maude Is that all right?
Jack Stand off and get the effect. How can I tell?
Maude (standing back). Put down your arms!
Jack (obediently). Well?
Maude (with enthusiasm). Perfectly lovely! My, I shall be proud of you! For pity's sake, don't look at me!
Jack Can't help it.
Maude I don't mean now–goosey! I mean when I read. If I should forget!