Crystal: Come in. I beg your pardon.
Mary: I’m Mrs. Steven Haynes.
Crystal: Sorry, but I don’t think I know you.
Mary: I believe it’s my husband you know.
Crystal: Oh, so Steven’s told you?
Mary: No, he’s never mentioned you.
Salesperson: Miss Allen, here’s the negligee you wanted…
Crystal: Stay out of here.
Mary: No, but I’ve known about you for some time.
Crystal: That’ll be news to Steven. Personally I’m glad you know.
Mary: I kept still because I knew it wouldn’t take long for Steven to get fed up.
Crystal: Don’t lay any bets on that Mrs. Haynes, I’m not you.
Mary: You’ve been seeing my daughter, that’s what I came in to tell you. I won’t have you coming near my daughter.
Crystal: You don’t have to get hysterical about it. What do I care about your daughter? I’m sick of hearing about her.
Mary: You won’t have to hear about her anymore, because you and my husband aren’t going on seeing each other.
Crystal: That’s rather up to Steven don’t you think?
Mary: Completely, so you better start making other plans Miss Allen.
Crystal: Listen, I’m taking my marching orders from Steven. He seems to be satisfied with this arrangement, so don’t force any issues unless you want to cause plenty of trouble.
Mary: You’ve made it impossible for me to do anything else.
You’re very confident aren’t you?
Mary: Yes, because I know Steven couldn’t love a girl like you.
Crystal: Well, if he couldn’t, he’s an awfully good actor. Look, what have you got to kick about? You’ve got everything that matters. You’ve got the name, the position, the money.
Mary: My husband’s love happens to mean more to me than those things.
Crystal: Oh, can the sob stuff Mrs. Haynes. You noble mothers and wives bore the brains out of me. I’ll bet you bore your husband to.
Mary: You are a hard one?
Crystal: Oh, I can be soft on the right occasion. Look what did you expect me to do, burst into tears and beg you to forgive me? Isn’t that what you really came in here for Mrs. Haynes?
Mary: Not after seeing you. You’re even more typical than I dared hoped.
Crystal: Well honey that goes double. Now look, get this, I’d break up your snug little roost if I could, but I don’t stand a chance. Oh, don’t think it’s because your husband isn’t crazy about me, it’s because he’s the kind that let’s that old fashioned sentiment put the Indian’s eyes on him and that’s all.
Mary: I’m glad you understand the strength of sentiment, Miss Allen. Because it’s beauty is something you’ll never know.
Crystal: This happens to be my room Mrs. Haynes.
Mary: It’s yours, yes, for the time being like everything else you’ve got. May I suggest if you’re dressing to please Steven, not that one, he doesn’t like such obvious affects.
Crystal: Thanks for the tip, but when anything I wear doesn’t please Steven, I’d take it off.