Two Sisters from Boston1946

Uncle Jonathan:
If it's true, we're ruined. And what's more important, I'm ruined.

Martha Canford Chandler:
Oh, Uncle Jonathan. Hugo, are you sure he said Abigail?

Hugh Inkerfield:
Abigail. Your sister Abigail.

Martha Canford Chandler:
I don't believe it. Abigail is in New York but she'd never do a thing like... like...

Aunt Jennifer:
He said she sang... in public?

Hugh Inkerfield:
He said she sang and danced in a low caf? in the Bowery. That's what he said, Aunt Jennifer.

Martha Canford Chandler:
That's a lie.

Aunt Jennifer:
If it isn't, we're ruined socially.

Grandpa Chandler:
Remember when Cousin Harriet ran off with the hurdy gurdy man? Oh, ho ho!

Uncle Jonathan:
Cousin Harriet did not have an uncle running for mayor of Boston.

[Suddenly]

Uncle Jonathan:
I have it! It's a political plot to ruin my campaign, that's what it is!

Aunt Jennifer:
I see what it is. It's your rival.

Uncle Jonathan:
It's that Wetherby. He started this slander.

Hugh Inkerfield:
He's no gentleman, Uncle Jonathan.

Uncle Jonathan:
He's a... he's a... Democrat! I'll sue him for libel.

Martha Canford Chandler:
He should be put in jail!

Aunt Jennifer:
Oh, I think it's most unfair.

Uncle Jonathan:
I'll sue him for $100,000. That's what I'll do.

Grandpa Chandler:
You never can tell. Little Abigail looked just like Cousin Harriet when she was a baby. Why they even said she looked like me!

Aunt Jennifer:
Why, she does look like Grandpa. I'd forgotten.

Grandpa Chandler:
You'll never keep Abigail in mothballs, believe me.

[He cackles]

Uncle Jonathan:
Silence!