Judge
Wrong, Lucy, it does matter. That's why I stayed at home and was bored to death with her prattle about clothes and the opera, instead of dining at the club with my intellectual equals, picking up business there, getting rich like John, supplying her with more clothes and a whole box at the opera, like yours, Lucy.
Lucy
[shoots a glance at her husband]
Oh, that's the way you men always talk. It never occurs to you that business, business, business is just as much of a bore to us!
Judge
Wrong again! It did occur to me—hence the divorce! She couldn't stand seeing me bored; I couldn't stand seeing her bored. Once we could deceive each other; but now—too well acquainted; our happy home—a hollow mockery!
Theodore
You ought to be ashamed! I love my home!
John