Everything else matters. I'm not a little débutante to be persuaded that I am needed because I am wanted! I haven't played with you; I have worked with you, and I know! Think of Theodore! Think of Lucy! And now poor little Jean. Marry you? Never!
Ernest
You mean your career?
Helen
[with supreme scorn]
My career? No! yours—always yours!
Ernest
[with the same scorn and a snap of the fingers]
Then that for my career. I'll go back into private practice and make a million.
Helen