[He springs toward her, overturning the table. She cries out and strikes at him with the bottle top but he catches her wrist.]
Tiger--tiger! Drop the bottle top! Drop it! We've had this date with each other from the beginning!
[She moans. The bottle top falls. She sinks to her knees. He picks up her inert figure and carries her to the bed. The hot trumpet and drums from the Four Deuces sound loudly.]