Don't mention it. I'll just have my auto take me to the Club, and then I'll send it back for you.
BARONESS
Ah, zank you—zat street-car looks horreeble.
[She puffs out smoke.]
BARON
Quite impossible. What is to prevent an anarchist sitting next to you and shooting out your brains?
QUINCY
We haven't much of that here—I don't mean brains. Ha! Ha! Ha!
BARON