[She gloats miserably.]
MAGGIE. The woman never rises with the man. I’ll drag you down, John. I’ll drag you down.
JOHN. Have no fear of that, I won’t let you. I’m too strong.
MAGGIE. You’ll miss the prettiest thing in the world, and all owing to me.
JOHN. What’s that?
MAGGIE. Romance.
JOHN. Poof.
MAGGIE. All’s cold and grey without it, John. They that have had it have slipped in and out of heaven.
JOHN. You’re exaggerating, Maggie.
MAGGIE. You’ve worked so hard, you’ve had none of the fun that comes to most men long before they’re your age.