Mrs. Prim:
My poor Mr. Richly. My house hasn't been sold, and it's not for sale.
Richly:
There! There! Don't upset yourself, I promise you you will always have
your apartment--just as if you still owned it--and as if you were in
good mental health.
Mrs. Prim:
What do you mean as if I was still in good mental health! Go away,
you're an old madman, an old madman who shouldn't be allowed out of
Bedlam--of Bedlam, my friend.
Roger: (To Mrs. Prim)
Are you wise to fight with a wacko?
Richly:
Oh, if that's your attitude, you can get out. The house belongs to me,
and I'll put my luggage there in spite of you. Just look at this crazy
old woman.
Roger: (To Richly)
What are you getting in a rage for with a woman who has lost her mind?
Mrs. Prim:
Just try. I'll be waiting for you. Back to your padded cell you
lunatic! Hurry and lock him up, he's becoming dangerous, I'm warning
you.
(Exit Mrs. Prim in a huff)
Roger: (aside)
I don't quite know how I am going to get out of this.
Squire: (entering from the house)
What's all this hullabaloo? Beating on an honest man's door and
scandalizing the neighborhood?
Richly:
Roger, what's going on?
Roger:
The devils in your house are a little drunk.
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