JOHN. Do please listen to reason, Pam.
PAMELA (knocking on door and calling to TULLY). Mr. Tully, are you in bed?
TULLY (heard off). Yes!
PAMELA. Your wife has called.
TULLY (heard off—a long moan of agony). Oh-h-h-h!
PAMELA. I say your wife has called. We are sending her in to you.
TULLY. Oh-o-h-h-h!
PAMELA. Will you kindly explain everything to her?
(Glass and crockery crash off R.)