No! I tell you no! I won't have you bringing in some young girl in for supper! By candlelight, I suppose, in the cheap erotic fashion of young men with cheap erotic minds!
Mother, please...!
And then what? After supper? Music? Whispers?
Mother, she's a stranger. She's hungry, and it's raining out!
[mockingly]
"Mother, she's just a stranger"! As if men don't desire strangers! As if.. ooh, I refuse to speak of disgusting things, because they disgust me! You understand, boy? Go on, go tell her she'll not be appeasing her ugly appetite with my food or my son! Or do I have to tell you because you don't have the guts?
[shouts]
Mother, shut up! Shut up!
