WALTER: Hildy, I'll tell you what I want you to do.

HILDY: What? WALTER: I want you to get this guy Pincus over to the office tomorrow. HILDY: Nothing doing, Walter. I'm all washed up. I mean it this time, Walter. PEGGY: Oh, Hildy, if I only thought you did. HILDY: Listen, Peggy—if I'm not telling you the absolute truth may God strike me dead right now. I'm going to New York with you tonight—if you give me this one last chance! I'll cut out drinking and swearing and everything connected with the Goddamn newspaper business. I won't even read a newspaper. WALTER: Listen, Hildy, I got an idea… HILDY: (to Walter): There's nothing you can say can make me change my mind. This time I'm through, and I mean it. I know I don't deserve you, Peggy. I've done everything in the world to prove that, I