Charles, I shall be thankful when you return to your mathematics. The morals of that hussy X are already so bad that you can’t make them much worse.
Penelope.
The fact is, papa, that as a guide for the young you have rather advanced views.
Golightly.
[With a grotesque, dramatic flourish.] Ungrateful child! And I, like the pelican, have offered you my very heart to dine on.
[Dickie comes in. He is a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Dickie.
May I come in?
Penelope.