"Why doesn't she bring you to your own door? It's an outrage that she makes you walk two blocks."
"Oh, I still walk a little, just out of regard for my figure," he said, nettled at her tone.
"What on earth do you see in her, Jerry?"
"She's a very attractive woman, my dear. Also her motors and her opera box are very comfortable. Also she makes a fuss over me every minute. I don't get that at home, you know. Even you get your claws ready when I appear!"
"Jerry, you're an awful cad!"
"Thanks."
"What do you give her to pay for these comforts?"
"Oh, I keep her vanity fed, that's my part."
"What kind of lap dog are you, Jerry, a spitz?"
"You can't talk to me like that!" he said angrily.