Go on, papa.
Golightly.
I think you’ve treated Dickie shamefully.
Penelope.
[Astounded.] I?
Golightly.
If your mother had behaved to me as you’ve behaved to Dickie, I should certainly have taken to drink.
Penelope.
But I’ve been a perfect angel. I’ve simply worshipped the ground he walked on. I’ve loved him as no man was ever loved before.
Golightly.