Poor Little Rich Girl1936

Stebbins:
That's the third sneeze.

Collins:
I'm afraid you'll have to go to bed.

Barbara Barry:
But I'm not sick. I feel fine!

Woodward:
Oh, Collins, she's perfectly well. A sneeze is nothing to be alarmed at.

Collins:
Maybe so, But I'm responsible for the child. Come along, dear.

Woodward:
The child sneezes, and you'd think the world has come to an end. Why can't they leave her alone? She's a perfectly normal, healthy child. The way they carried on here, you'd think she was made of glass! Something ought to be done.

Collins:
How Mr. Barry can stand that woman is beyond me.

Woodward:
You can't expect a widower and a man as busy as Mr. Barry to notice everything that goes on in the house.