Amy
Oh, I don’t mind kids if they go to bed when they ought to and know how to behave. Believe me, if I ever have any kids, they’re going to behave.
Tony
You hear dat, Joe?
Amy
I said “if.” [A silence.] I wouldn’t object.
Tony
[Amorously]: Amy . . . Come over here.
Amy
[Rising quickly]: I guess I ain’t so tired. I guess I better go back or they’ll be wondering what’s become of the blooming bride. Some bloom, huh?
[The fireworks hiss and flare again and Amy, very like a little girl, is out on the porch for the delight of seeing them. The enthusiasm of the crowd fairly rattles the windows.]
They sure do yell out there! When you get enough wops together and put enough vino in ’em, they sure can speak up! . . . I think I’ll take off my veil. [She does.] Phew! That thing don’t look like no weight at all, but it feels like a ton of bricks.
