DR. MASTERSON. Home, are you?
MRS. MASTERSON. Yes! And such a day!
LETITIA. Shopping with Oceana!
DR. MASTERSON. Humph!
MRS. MASTERSON. Imagine buying clothes for a woman who won't squeeze her waist, and won't let her skirts touch the ground!
DR. MASTERSON. Why didn't you take her to the men's department?
LETITIA. Don't make a joke of it, father.
DR. MASTERSON. How did you make out?
MRS. MASTERSON. Well, we've got her so the police won't molest her.
LETITIA. We told Madame Clarice her trunks had been misplaced in the steamer hold.