There's nobody can help you as I could have helped you.
I'm essential to your career, and you're blind not to see it.
JOHN. What's that, Maggie? In no circumstances would I allow any
meddling with my career.
MAGGIE. You would never have known I was meddling with it. But that's
over. Don't be in too great a hurry to marry, John. Have your fling
with the beautiful dolls first. Get the whiphand of the haughty ones,
John. Give them their licks. Every time they hiccough let them have
an extra slap in memory of me. And be sure to remember this, my man,
that the one who marries you will find you out.
JOHN. Find me out?
MAGGIE. However careful a man is, his wife always finds out his
failings.
JOHN. I don't know, Maggie, to what failings you refer.
[The Cowcaddens Club has burst its walls, and is pouring this way to
raise the new Member on its crest. The first wave hurls itself
against the barber's shop with cries of 'Shand, Shand, Shand.' For a
moment, JOHN stems the torrent by planting his back against the
door.]
You are acting under an impulse, Maggie, and I can't take advantage
of it. Think the matter over, and we'll speak about it in the
morning.
MAGGIE. No, I can't go through it again. It ends to-night and now.
Good luck, John.
[She is immediately submerged in the sea that surges through the
door, bringing much wreckage with it.
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