Corliss Archer:
[Mrs. Archer thinks Corliss is pregnant]
Mother, do you think I'm awful?
Janet Archer:
I've already told you what I think, and it hasn't made the slightest impression. You don't seem to realize what a dreadful thing this is. Oh, I don't understand you, Corliss.
Corliss Archer:
Mother, do you hate me? Please, don't hate me.
Janet Archer:
Hate you? Oh, darling! Darling, of course I don't hate you.
Corliss Archer:
You know, I think Daddy'd like to break my neck.
Janet Archer:
Only because he loves you so, you little idiot.
Corliss Archer:
Mom, please don't feel so awful. Oh, Mom, please don't cry. Oh, if only I could explain...
Janet Archer:
I'm so ashamed, Corliss. I feel it's all my fault.
Corliss Archer:
Oh, Mom, no, no!
Janet Archer:
To think, how we used to dream about the day you'd get married.
Corliss Archer:
But, Mother, we are married.
Janet Archer:
What?
Corliss Archer:
Well, naturally, Mom. I mean, golly. Well, surely you didn't think that--well, naturally we're married.
Janet Archer:
But Corliss...
Corliss Archer:
Mom, how could you possibly think we weren't married?
Janet Archer:
Then why didn't you say so?
Corliss Archer:
Well, I haven't had a chance. Daddy's been yelling ever since, and I was sent to my room.
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