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Oh, come on, Jude, le’s be sensible. [He tries to take her hands.] I’ll quarrel with you an’ court you all you want me to after we’re married,

You act like you had a morgidge on me!

[During the preceding two speeches and  are seen coming downstairs.  ''is in the state of exhilaration that precedes complete intoxication. At suggestion of marriage,  halts on the stairs and looks at him with a malignant expression''.]

[Thickly, with a drunken flourish]

Hello, Sis!

Andy! You’re drunk ag’in!

Well! What ’re you a-goin’ to do about it, little Sis? Pray? [''She hangs her head in shame and doesn’t answer. He continues, belligerently''] I’m free, white, an’ twenty-one! An’ it’s a free country! Come on, Rufe! [To, confidentially] Me an’ Rufe’s got some tradin’ to do! [He winks elaborately.] Ss-sh!