Think about it a little bit, Eddie. Plea...

Think about it a little bit, Eddie. Please. She's crazy to start work. It's not a little shop, it's a big company. Some day she could be a secretary. They picked her out of the whole class. (He is silent, staring down at the tablecloth, fingering the pattern.) What are you worried about? She could take care of herself. She'll get out of the subway and be in the office in two minutes […} Listen, if nothin' happened to her in this neighborhood it ain't gonna happen no place else. (She turns his face to her.) Look, you gotta get used to it, she's no baby no more. Tell her to take it. (He turns his head away.) You hear me? (She is angering.) I don't understand you; she's seventeen years old, you gonna keep her in the house all her life? […] (with sympathy but insistent force) Well, I don't understand when it ends. First it was gonna be when she graduated high school, so she graduated high school. Then it was gonna be when she learned stenographer, so she learned, stenographer. So what’re we gonna wait for now? I mean it Eddie, sometimes I don't understand you; they picked her out of the whole class, it's an honor for her.

Miller, Arthur. A View from the Bridge, Bloomsbury, 2010, p 12.