ANTHONY: (proudly) Oh, I know that! You think I could work with her and not know she's more than I know she is?
HARRY: Well, if you love her you've got to let me shoot the dirty dog that drags her down!
ANTHONY: Not in here. Not today. More than like you'd break the glass. And Breath of Life's in there.
HARRY: Anthony, this is pretty clever of you—but—
ANTHONY: I'm not clever. But I know how easy it is to turn life back. No, I'm not clever at all (CLAIRE has appeared and is looking in from outside), but I do know—there are things you mustn't hurt, (he sees her) Yes, here's Miss Claire.
(She comes in. She is looking immaculate.)
CLAIRE: From the gutter I rise again, refreshed. One does, you know. Nothing is fixed—not even the gutter, (smilingly to HARRY and refusing to notice revolver or agitation) How did you like the way I entertained the nerve specialist?
HARRY: Claire! You can joke about it?
CLAIRE: (taking the revolver from the hand she has shocked to limpness) Whom are you trying to make hear?
HARRY: I'm trying to make the world hear that (pointing) there stands a dirty dog who—