[to Eve]

And please stop acting as if I were the Queen-Mother.

I'm sorry, I didn't...

Outside of a beehive, Margo, your behavior would hardly be considered either queenly or motherly.

You're in a beehive, pal. Didn't you know? We're all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey, day and night. [To Eve] Aren't we, honey?

Margo, really.

Please don't play governess, Karen. I haven't your unyielding good taste. I wish I could have gone to Radcliffe too, but father wouldn't hear of it. He needed help behind the notions counter. I'm being rude now, aren't I? Or should I say, ain't I?

You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent.

How about calling it a night?

And you, posing as a playwright, a situation pregnant with possibilities and all you can think of is everybody go to sleep.