ALBERT. Oh, Lord!
(They laugh.)
MAGGIE (quite calmly). And you and Fred can just lend him a hand with the washing up, Albert.
FREDDY. Me wash pots!
VICKEY (really outraged). Maggie, we're guests.
MAGGIE. I know. Only Albert laughed at Willie, and washing up 'ull maybe make him think on that it's not allowed.
(She ushers ALICE and VICKEY out, L., and follows. WILLIE begins to put pots on tray which he gets from behind screen, up L.)
ALBERT (after he and FRED have looked at each other, then at WILL, then at each other again). Are you going to wash up pots?
FREDDY. Are you?
ALBERT. I look at it like this myself. All being well, you and I are marrying into this family and we know what Maggie is. If we start giving in to her now, she'll be a nuisance to us all our lives.