Ann Deever is waiting for her brother to arrive - he has called
Ann: Are you looking for your husband?
Sue: As usual. [Laughs tiredly] He spends so much time here, they’ll be charging him rent.
Ann: Nobody was dressed so he drove over to the depot to pick up my brother.
Sue: So what? They give him credit for being smart. I do, too, I’ve got nothing against Joe. But if Chris wants people to put on the hair shirt let him take off his broadcloth. He’s driving my husband crazy with that phony idealism of his, and I’m at the end of my rope on it!
For full extended scene, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Miller, Arthur. All My Sons. Samuel French, 1947.