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Gregory: I've never been to an English music hall. What are you doing with your evening out? Nancy: Oh, I'm going to a music hall. Nancy: Gonna work on your tunes again tonight, sir? You're always working, aren't you? Gregory: Yes. Nancy: Sure, I'd be very pleased to do anything I can, sir. In fact, I was wondering whether you might not care to pass some of your secrets on to your mistress and help her get rid of her pallor. Oh, you do it very cleverly, I grant you. That's something that's not quite true, either.

Gregory: Oh, now, I'm sure that's not true. Is his heart going to be added to the list of those you've broken? Nancy: I did not broken any, sir. Gregory: And who are you meeting tonight?.I see they've changed the policeman on the beat. Gregory: Tonight is your night out, isn't it? Nancy: That's right, sir. Do you know that? Nancy: I don't know it at all, sir, I'm sure. Gregory: You're looking very pretty this afternoon, Nancy. Let us have our honeymoon here by ourselves for a little longer. Gregory: Suppose we make it a new house, with new things, beautiful things for a new beautiful life for us? Later, yes, but not just at once. I don't know why.Goodbye, Paula.ĭialogue Paula: It's all dead in here. Between us all the time were those jewels, like a fire - a fire in my brain that separated us - those jewels which I wanted all my life. The case is one for people who know about those things. But perhaps I'm wrong to try to handle this myself. You've forgotten him as you forget everything. And because I'm mad, I'm rejoicing in my heart, without a shred of pity, without a shred of regret, watching you go with glory in my heart! Whatever you had done, I could have pitied and protected you. If I were not mad, I could have helped you. How can a mad woman help her husband to escape?.Yes, I am mad as my mother was mad. I found it at last - you see? But it doesn't help you, does it? And I'm trying to help you, aren't I? Trying to help you to escape. No, no - where should I look now? Perhaps I put it over here. Where could it be now? Perhaps it's behind this picture. That was a knife, wasn't it? And I have lost it.I must look for it, mustn't I? If I don't find it, you'll put me in the madhouse. I'm always losing things and hiding things and I can never find them, I don't know where I've put them. Are you suggesting that this is a knife I hold in my hand? Have you gone mad, my husband? Yes, that's it. It isn't here, you must have dreamed you put it there.I imagine things, that there are people over the house. If it was I who took that picture down.if it was I who took it down the other times, if I do all these senseless, meaningless things, so meaningless, why should I take a picture down? But then, I don't know what I do anymore.But then, if that's true, then you must be gentle with me.I haven't been afraid since I've known you. Strange - I haven't dreamed of it since I've known you. That house comes into my dreams sometimes - a house of horror.