Ned Merrill:
What did I do to you, Shirley? I'm sorry for whatever I did.
Shirley Abbott:
[Cynically]
You did the usual red-blooded married man thing. You took me out to lunch and gave me that lecture about the duties of a father and a husband. Oh, it's considered a classic by now, isn't it? Reprinted every year in the Reader's Digest?
Ned Merrill:
I don't remember.
Shirley Abbott:
It's the first really chic restaurant you took me to in New York. Right out in front of everyone who counts.
Ned Merrill:
You cried...
Shirley Abbott:
I also raised my voice.
Ned Merrill:
It tore me apart to see you crying.
Shirley Abbott:
[Tone getting angrier]
You chose that restaurant because you thought I wouldn't make a fuss in front of all those mink hats and snobbish waiters and stylish fags.
Ned Merrill:
[Protesting]
No. No.
Shirley Abbott:
Did you really think you could get rid of me in no more noise than the sound of finger bowls tinkling?
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