You're not taking the wash off
the line.
ANNIE. Yassuh. [_Exit in confusion._
LAURA. [_Laying down paper and looking at_ WILL.] Well, I must say
you're rather amiable this morning.
WILL. I feel like hell.
LAURA. Market unsatisfactory?
WILL. No; head too big. [_He lights a cigar; as he takes a puff he
makes an awful face._] Tastes like punk. [_Puts cigar into cup._
LAURA. You drank a lot.
WILL. We'll have to cut out those parties. I can't do those things any
more. I'm not as young as I was, and in the morning it makes me sick.
How do you feel?
LAURA. A little tired, that's all. [_Rises, and crosses to bureau._
WILL. You didn't touch anything?
LAURA. No.
WILL. I guess you're on the safe side. It was a great old party,
though, wasn't it?
LAURA. Did you think so?
WILL. Oh, for that sort of a blow-out. Not too rough, but just a
little easy. I like them at night and I hate them in the morning. [_He
picks up the paper and commences to glance it over in a casual manner,
not interrupting his conversation._] Were you bored?
LAURA. Yes; always at things like that.
WILL. Well, you don't have to go.
LAURA. You asked me.
WILL. Still, you could say no. [LAURA _picks up paper, puts it on
table and crosses back to bureau._
LAURA. But you asked me.
WILL. What did you go for if you didn't want to?
LAURA. _You_ wanted me to.
WILL. I don't quite get you.
LAURA. Well, Will, you have all my time when I'm not in the theatre,
and you can do with it just what you please.
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