A New Leaf1971

Gloria Cunliffe:
[Henrietta has clumsily spilled tea on Gloria's carpet several times] Henrietta, is this some kind of a joke? Because if it is, I do not find it amusing. If your nerves are not steady enough to hold a cup and saucer in your hand, then you should not be drinking tea. Once - yes, but twice in a row...

Henry Graham:
[Deliberately dumping his tea on Gloria's carpet] Madam... there you are, madam. Take your damn carpet to the cleaners, and send the bill to me. There you are. Come, Miss Lowell, I'm taking you home. Take your bag.

Gloria Cunliffe:
[Henry and Miss Lowell start to depart] You son of a b*tch...

Henry Graham:
You dare call me a son of a b*tch? Madam, I have seen many examples of perversion in my time, but your erotic obsession with your carpet is probably the most grotesque and certainly the most boring I have ever encountered. You're more to be scorned than pitied. Good day, Mrs. Cunliffe

[Henry and Miss Lowell leave together]