The Swimmer1968

Ned Merrill:
What did I do to you, Shirley? I'm sorry for whatever I did.

Shirley Abbott:
[Cynically] You did the usual red-blooded married man thing. You took me out to lunch and gave me that lecture about the duties of a father and a husband. Oh, it's considered a classic by now, isn't it? Reprinted every year in the Reader's Digest?

Ned Merrill:
I don't remember.

Shirley Abbott:
It's the first really chic restaurant you took me to in New York. Right out in front of everyone who counts.

Ned Merrill:
You cried...

Shirley Abbott:
I also raised my voice.

Ned Merrill:
It tore me apart to see you crying.

Shirley Abbott:
[Tone getting angrier] You chose that restaurant because you thought I wouldn't make a fuss in front of all those mink hats and snobbish waiters and stylish fags.

Ned Merrill:
[Protesting] No. No.

Shirley Abbott:
Did you really think you could get rid of me in no more noise than the sound of finger bowls tinkling?