MRS. FENNELL Sure, you don't think I can stand here with a tongue in me head and listen to me husband being insulted, do you?
PETER DWYER
Order, order, Mrs. Fennell, please.
[She attempts to speak again, and the sergeant places his hand over her mouth. She resents this action, and in a struggle which ensues the sergeant falls to the floor. He is helped to his feet by Mrs. Fennell, and both look at each other in a scornful way.
SERGEANT HEALY (to Mrs. Fennell)
'Tis a good job for you that you're not Mrs. Healy.
MRS. FENNELL
And 'tis a blessing for you that you're not Mr. Fennell.
MR. O'CROWLEY Order, order. This conduct is scandalous, Mrs. Fennell, and you must keep quiet.
MR. FENNELL
You might as well be asking a whale to whistle "The
Last Rose of Summer" or asking the Kaiser to become
a Trappist monk.
PETER DWYER Order, order. Now please, Mrs. Fennell, come forward and give your evidence.
MRS. FENNELL All I have to say is that my husband got the delirium tramens from drinking poteen and broke every bit of furniture in the house, an' he might have killed myself.
MR. FENNELL (very disgusted)
I wish I knew how.