Dickie.
I can see they’re bills, thank you!
Penelope.
[Flourishing one of them.] This is for the frock I’ve got on. You wouldn’t think it cost so much, would you? [Looking down at it.] You see, you have to pay for the cut.
Dickie.
[Trying to keep his temper.] And what do you expect me to do with them?
Penelope.
[Indifferently.] You can put them in the waste-paper basket if you like, but it would be shorter to pay them.
Dickie.
[Flying into a passion.] Now, look here, Pen. It’s perfectly preposterous. You know I’m not going to stand this sort of thing.