John
My God, what next? Lucy, don't let Rex get away! You know what he'll do—and when he sobers up, it may be too late. [To Ernest.] As for you, you snake, you get right out of here.
Judge
[in the sudden silence]
Now you've done it, John.
Ernest
Oh, very well, this is your property.
Helen
But I am not! I go, too!
[She runs to Ernest.