Bill. Youse runnin' from that landlady?
Dolly. Don't ask me now.
Bill. Well, there's somethin' wrong, I know! Youse can't fool me! (Looks about.) Gee! I thought I had a home! And now I'm movin' out of it! (The lights fade slowly on the Play-play and rise on the Real-play.)
Will (in a whisper). Well?
Peggy (low). Oh, Will! That's the real stuff!
Will. You like it?
Peggy (with intensity). Yes, I do! It's real, it's true. Will, I think it'll go!
Will. You do?
Peggy. Yes, even with Broadway! It made me cry—and I'm a hardened old sinner.
Will. Oh, dearest, I'm so glad!