Madden [angrily]. I won't have you talk that way about Florrie. She's made me a good wife ... on the whole. She don't go trapesin' off like some o' your fly by nights. She's affection'te ... an' good tempered ... an'——[Mix is grinning incredulously.]
Mix. Rats! Yer havin' a damn hard time t' say anythin' real nice about 'r. I wouldn' stretch th' truth s' far 's that [snapping his fingers.] f'r her, ev'n if she is m' sister.
Madden [vehemently]. Ed—if you can't talk decently about a nice girl like Florrie, I guess you better get out.
Mix [slowly rising from his chair]. Well I'll be damned! All right, I will go.... Yer crazy, Jim!
Madden [rising and putting a restraining arm on Mix's shoulder. Nervously]. Don't mind me, Ed. I didn't really mean what I said. I'm all upset.
Mix. Sh'd think y' were. [After a slight hesitation, he sits down again.] W'at y' quarrelin' 'bout? Money?
Madden [sitting down again]. Uhuh.
Mix. Huh! Thought as much.... As I was sayin', I know Florrie.
Madden. It really wasn't her fault.
Mix [slowly and emphatically]. Well, you are sappy. Ever'body knows Florrie spends more money th'n you an' all my family put t'gether.