GEORGE
(as Martha is not getting up)

Martha, will you show her where we keep the…euphemism?

MARTHA
(turning)
What? Oh?
(to Honey)
Sure! I’m sorry. C’mon. I want to show you the house.

HONEY
(to Nick)
We’ll be back, dear.

MARTHA
Honestly, George, you burn me up!

GEORGE
(delighted with the thought)
All right.

MARTHA
You really do, George.

GEORGE
Okay, Martha…Okay. Just…trot along.

MARTHA
You really do.

GEORGE
Just don’t shoot your mouth off…about…you-know-what.

MARTHA
(surprisingly vehement)

I’ll talk about any goddam thing I want to!

GEORGE
Okay. Okay. Vanish.

MARTHA
Any goddamn thing I want to!

GEORGE
VANISH!

MARTHA
(practically dragging Honey out with her)

C’mon…