But I don't admit you have a right to hurt other people.
HARRY: I think Claire and I had better take a nice long trip.
ADELAIDE: Now why don't you?
CLAIRE: I am taking a trip.
ADELAIDE: Well, Harry isn't, and he'd like to go and wants you to go
with him. Go to Paris and get yourself some awfully good-looking
clothes--and have one grand fling at the gay world. You really love
that, Claire, and you've been awfully dull lately. I think that's the
whole trouble.
HARRY: I think so too.
ADELAIDE: This sober business of growing plants--
CLAIRE: Not sober--it's mad.
ADELAIDE: All the more reason for quitting it.
CLAIRE: But madness that is the only chance for sanity.
ADELAIDE: Come, come, now--let's not juggle words.
CLAIRE: (_springing up_) How dare you say that to me, Adelaide. You who
are such a liar and thief and whore with words!
ADELAIDE: (_facing her, furious_) How _dare_ you--
HARRY: Of course not, Claire. You have the most preposterous way of
using words.
CLAIRE: I respect words.
ADELAIDE: Well, you'll please respect me enough not to dare use certain
words to me!
CLAIRE: Yes, I do dare. I'm tired of what you do--you and all of you.
Life--experience--values--calm--sensitive words which raise their heads
as indications.
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