- Aunt Augusta: Steward! More champagne.
- Steward: But we're just about to land.
- Aunt Augusta: Then you'll have to hurry, won't you?
- Henry Pulling: I have been used, shamefully used. I have stolen nothing, I have done nothing wrong!
- Aunt Augusta: 'I have done nothing wrong.' You have done nothing at all! Nothing, absolutely nothing! Huh huh, my poor Henry, you have lived so... ooh so... *meagerly*.
- Henry Pulling: Wha... what you call living, all your immorality - the thieving, conniving, lying... all those men! 'La qu Indochine' - and Tooley told me what it meant: 'La qu Indochine' - a circuit of whore houses! I know what you were! My God. 'Mama Mia, Mama Mia!' I can just imagine what his father's like! I despise them both.
- Aunt Augusta: You despise Mr. Visconte? You, you insignificant little *branch manager*! Who are you to despise anyone? I have always looked the world straight in the eyes and I have *never* despised anyone. You've spent your life behind a teller's cage during the day and Angelica's skirts at night. When I picked you up in London I-I-I, I could scarcely see you your presence was so very dim!
- [roughly grabs Henry's suit, turning him towards her]
- Aunt Augusta: And you presume to despise, grabbing about with your tube as you-you've *risked* nothing, *given* nothing, *suffered* nothing, *lost* nothing, *loved* nothing! You-you've even *dreamed* nothing! You-you take care Henry. I am your last chance at life; take me or leave me!
- Henry Pulling: [tosses Augusta backward toward the chair] You bitch! You melevalant, devouring, old... bitch!
- [turns around and storms out the door]
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