[Contemptuously.] I don't care two straws for my friends.
John.
That's pleasant for them. You know, men and women without end have snapped their fingers at society and laughed at it, and for a while thought they had the better of it. But all the time society was quietly smiling up its sleeve, and suddenly it put out an iron hand—and scrunched them up.
Basil.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] It only means that a few snobs will cut me.
John.
Not you—your wife.
Basil.
I'm not such a cad as to go to a house where I can't take my wife.
John.