Bill:
The gong rang, the fight's over. Calm down.
Margo:
I will not calm down.
Bill:
Don't calm down.
Margo:
You're being terribly tolerant, aren't you?
Bill:
I'm trying terribly hard.
Margo:
But you needn't be. I will not be tolerated and I will not be plotted against.
Bill:
Here we go.
Margo:
Such nonsense. What do you all take me for - Little Nell from the country? Been my understudy for over a week without my knowing it, carefully hidden no doubt.
Bill:
I am sick and tired of these paranoiac outbursts
Margo:
Paranoiac!
Bill:
For the last time, I'll tell it to you. You've got to stop hurting yourself and me and the two of us by these paranoiac tantrums.
Margo:
Oh that word again, I don't even know what it means.
Bill:
Well it's about time you found out. I love you.
Margo:
Ha!
Bill:
I love you! You're a beautiful and an intelligent woman ...
Margo:
A body with a voice!
Bill:
A beautiful and an intelligent woman and a great actress. A great actress at the peak of her career. You have every reason for happiness.
Margo:
Except happiness!
Bill:
But due to some strange, uncontrollable, unconscious drive, you permit the slightest action of a kid ...
Margo:
(Sneering) A kid.
Bill:
... of a kid like Eve to turn you into an hysterical, screaming harpy. Now, once and for all, stop it!
Margo:
It's obvious you're not a woman.
Bill:
I've been aware of that for some time.
Margo:
Well I am.
Bill:
I'll say.
Margo:
Don't be condescending.
Bill:
C'mon, get up. I'll buy you a drink.
Margo:
I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, like a salted peanut.
