mouth down close to the spigot) If you're the plumber that's a mean trick. Turn it on for a fellow. (Two loud, hollow bangs) Don't argue! I want water—water! Water!
The Young Man: Some one fainted?
Julie: (Starting up, all ears immediately) Jumping cats!
The Young Man: (Helpfully) Water's no good for fits.
Julie: Fits! Who said anything about fits!
The Young Man: You said something about a cat jumping
Julie: (Decidedly) I did not!
The Young Man: Well, we can talk it over later, Are you ready to go out? Or do you still feel that if you go with me just now everybody will gossip?
Julie: (Smiling) Gossip! Would they? It'd be more than gossip—it'd be a regular scandal.
The Young Man: Here, you're going it a little strong. Your family might be somewhat disgruntled—but to the pure all things are suggestive. No one else would even give it a thought, except a few old women. Come on.
Julie: You don't know what you ask.
The Young Man: Do you imagine we'd have a crowd following us?
Julie: A crowd? There'd be a special, all-steel, buffet train leaving New York hourly.
The Young Man: Say, are you house-cleaning?
