Oh, you can laugh, you can laugh, but I can prove it.
(AUNT HANNAH screams, very nervous.)
DOCTOR. You can do what, sir?
JOHN. Prove it!
DOCTOR. Not in my presence, you don’t!
(DOCTOR exits hurriedly.)
(JOHN rushes to door R. and with his back against it glares at AUNT HANNAH.)
AUNT HANNAH (rising in terror). Don’t you look at me like that, sir. Don’t you look at me like that!
JOHN. Take off those pads.