Jack
[As he blacks up]. Why? You know why—people like you—like Lee. I’ve got Broadway in my blood. There’s something sweet about the sound of the English language in my ears.... I want to be part of America. I want to take it in my arms.... Gee, I wish I could express myself!...
Mary
[Understandingly]. My dear, I think I realize what you’re going through.
Jack
No you don’t.... [Intently.] Mary, my father is sick because of me.
Mary
[Quickly]. Nonsense.
Jack