Now listen to me, Whiteside. I know you....

Now listen to me, Whiteside. I know you. Lay off, I know what a devil you can be. I’ve seen you do it to other people, but don’t you dare do it to me. Don’t drug yourself into the idea that all you’re thinking of is my happiness. You’re thinking of yourself a little bit, too, and all those months of breaking in somebody new. I’ve seen you in a passion before when your life has been disrupted, and you couldn’t dine in Calcutta on July twelfth with Boo-Boo. Well, that’s too bad, but there it is. I’m going to marry Bert if he’ll have me, and don’t you dare try any of your tricks. I’m on to every one of them. So lay off. That’s my message to you, Big Lord Fauntleroy.

Hart, Moss, and Kaufman, George S. The Man Who Came to Dinner. Dramatists Play Service, Inc. 1967. pp. 29-30.