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Tracy I’m going crazy. I’m standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.
Mike Oh Tracy darling…
Tracy Mike…
Mike What can I say to you? Tell me, darling.
Tracy Not anything - don’t say anything. And especially not ‘darling.’
Tracy I’ll be yare now, I promise to be yare!
Dexter Be whatever you like, you’re my redhead.
Tracy The time to make up your mind about people is never.
Margaret We both might face the fact that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife.
Tracy We just picked the wrong first husband.
George You’re like some marvelous, distant, well, queen, I guess. You’re so cool and fine and always so much your own. There’s a kind of beautiful purity about you, Tracy, like, like a statue.
Tracy George-
George Oh, it’s grand, Tracy. It’s what everybody feels about you. It’s what I first worshipped you for from afar.
Tracy I don’t want to be worshipped. I want to be loved.
Tracy You’re too good for me, George. You’re a hundred times too good. And I’d make you most unhappy, most. That is, I’d do my best to.
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