Liza (crying on Polly's shoulder). I want ter stay with yer.
Polly (caressing her). That's right, Liza.
Andrew (angrily approaching table). Who's drunk my supper beer?
Polly. 'Im.
Andrew. I'll break 'is———-
Polly. Wasn't it worth it to be rid of 'im?
Andrew. Yus. Yer bloomin' old schemer. Yus. Yer plan worked it after all.
Polly. It's bin a cure for love.