[Outraged.] What are you talking about, my dear?
Penelope.
Well, I’ve noticed that when a woman discovers that her husband has been unfaithful, her male relations invariably try to console her by telling her how shockingly they’ve treated their own wives.
Golightly.
My dear, I was going to confess nothing of the sort. I never confess.
Penelope.
Of course, if it were the other way about, and mamma had kicked over the traces a little....
Mrs. Golightly.
Darling, can you see me performing an acrobatic feat of that character?
Penelope.