Celia:
Oh, but, seriously, I don't mean to be prying, but if your mother was still alive.
Lisbeth Corbin:
Dear Aunt Celia, I'm free, white and twenty-one.
Steve:
Sound in wind and limb.
Lisbeth Corbin:
Shut up. And I know my own mind.
Steve:
Oh, New York's ruined her. She has a mind of her own.
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