JOHN. I’ve told you I can’t let go here.
TULLY. If this woman gets in our lives won’t be worth having.
JOHN. Whatever made you engage such a brute?
TULLY. I can’t live here alone without protection.
JOHN. What’s her name?
TULLY. Ursula!
JOHN. Ursula! Give her a month’s notice.
TULLY. No, I don’t want to lose her.
JOHN. Women—are—no—use—unless—they—are—mastered!
TULLY. I’ve always heard that it was best to avoid women who are mustard.