Dad. You have the impudence to come here and tell me that you promised to marry a waitress in a restaurant!
Jack. Yes, Dad—-
Dad (raging). Are you mad? When you've just proven that you can't earn enough to fill your own belly? You come here whining for forgiveness, and then tell me you'll marry a girl of the streets—
Jessie. Dad! Stop!
Dolly. Excuse me, Jack—we'll get out of this. (Rises.)
Jessie. No—wait! Please, Dad—
Dad. Let her go! There's no place for her here.
Dolly. Come, Belle, (Lifts her.)
Jessie (Hysterically). Dad, how can you be so cruel?
Dad. Keep out of this, Jessie.