Tessie: Don’t talk about music! You get on my nerves.
Loyden: You see? It gets on her nerves. The weakling. Music oozed out of her, died down to her hands. And when they got twisted, it went away.
Scome: We don’t know how to dance. That’s why we’re here, drinking and loving women.
Susan: You don’t love us!
Clara: (muttering) Only a woman can love a woman.
Loyden: We don’t know how to dance. Dance for us, Judge Mark.
Mark: Shut up!
Loyden: (With a rising inflection to his voice) Dance for us, Mangel.
Mangel: I could read the Bible? Be still!
Loyden: The Western world is dying!