How do you like that?

What's come over you, you're acting strange.

Your spurs.

Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, nor thine on me.

No, you're not. You've been behaving oddly for over a month.

If you have to blame somebody, blame that prettyboy lieutenant of yours.

It's all your fault.

You got that look, Bill. What's the matter?

it is.

I don't blame you.

No, don't blame you

I'm not blaming you.

I don't blame you.

I'm not blaming you.

I don't blame you.

It's the night the portrait's eyes move. You're not scared, are you?

You're weird I like you.

Quit your whining. You only have yourself to blame.

Don't scold me.

You're a peculiar chap.

Who wants a boy? Boys aren't any use to anybody.

Don't you think I'm proof of that?

How funny you are. Thank you.

Don't know as I'd blame you much.

I really cannot blame you.

You have a strange language.

Lausanne or Saint Moritz?

I don't blame you.

Eve, you brute.

Well, I can't blame you.

I'm not blaming you.

I'm not blaming you.

Oh, you're sick.

No, I'm not blaming you.

You monster, you.

And you're balmy!

But never mind dear, I'm on to you.

I won't mind you!

No, I don't blame you.

You ugly great brute.

No wonder your husband still loves you.

Why are you looking so funny?

You've been strange all evening.

Then you do blame me.

That's why you can't marry