Madden [biting his lip and stepping back a pace]. Easy, Florrie!—I know you don't mean that, or—
Mrs. Madden [interrupting viciously]. I do!
Madden [persuasively]. Look here, Florrie. We got to work this out together. There's no use gettin' mad. Prob'ly you aren't extravagant—really. Just considerin' the size o' my salary.
Mrs. Madden. A pig couldn' live decent on your salary!
Madden. Other folks seem to get on, even in these times. What would you do if we had kids?
Mrs. Madden. Thank the Lord we ain't got them t' think about.
Madden [shocked]. Florence!
Mrs. Madden. Well, I guess anybody'd be glad not t' have kids with you f'r a husban'. Y' don't earn enough money t' keep a cat—let alone kids! An' jus' t' think they'd be like you!
Madden [more surprised than angry]. Florence—you're talking like a street woman.
Mrs. Madden. Oh, I am, am I? Well, I guess you treat me like a street woman. Y' don' deserve t' have a wife.