McNaughten Uniforms to me! Go collect your imaginary bills elsewhere. I haven't the time to listen to your nonsense. You are an old fool.
Bronlow I am a clothes merchant. My name is Bronlow incorporated, and I am a churchwarden. If you've lost your memory, the articles are listed in the bill of sale, which if you would kindly read, will inform you— (Presenting a bill of sale to McNaughten)
McNaughten (tearing it up and throwing the pieces in Bronlow's face)
Here, take your foolish bill of sale! I've done with it.
Spruce (to Bronlow, who is horrified)
Oh, sir, against a madman, it is useless to contend.
Bronlow (gathering up the pieces)
To tear up a bill of sale; to throw it in my face. You are a cheater!
McNaughten (ready to attack Bronlow)
Me? A cheater?
Spruce (putting himself between them)
Gentlemen—please—
Bronlow
I will show you.
Spruce (to Bronlow)
Not so much noise. Consider the state to which he has been reduced.
Bronlow
To tear up a receipt!