Dick.
I assure you that's quite out of fashion. Lovers, nowadays, are much too middle-aged, and their joints are creaky. Besides, it ruins the trousers.
Mrs. Crowley.
At all events, there can be no excuse for your not saying that you know you're utterly unworthy of me.
Dick.
Wild horses wouldn't induce me to make a statement which is so remote from the truth.
Mrs. Crowley.
And, of course, you must threaten to commit suicide if I don't consent.
Dick.
Women are such sticklers for routine. They have no originality.