Tony
[A last frantic appeal]: No! No! No! [Leaning back in his chair and looking around the room] W’at’s good for me havin’ dees fine house? W’at’s good for me havin’ all dis money w’at I got? I got nobody for give my house an’ my money w’en I die. Ees for dat I want dis baby, Amy. Joe don’ want him. Ees Tony want him. Amy, . . . Amy, . . . for God’s sake don’ go away an’ leave Tony!
Amy
But, Tony! Think of what I done?
Tony
What you done was mistake in da head, not in da heart. . . . Mistake in da head is no matter.
Amy
You—you ain’t kiddin’ me, are you? . . . You’re serious, ain’t you—Tony? You’ll stick to this afterwards, won’t you, Tony? [She walks slowly over to him. She throws her arms around his neck and presses his head against her breast. A prolonged pause.]
Well, Joe, I guess you better be going.
Joe
You mean?
