- [first lines]
- Alvin: Every morning we get this flurry of wind stirring up the dust, and it's you.
- Nora: Well, I'm a flurry in a hurry. It's time you were dressed and gone.
- Alvin: Why don't you slip into something more comfortable? Like a good mood.
- Nora: Oh.
- Alvin: Sit down. Join me.
- Nora: Alone? With a man in his dressing gown? Never!
- Alvin: It's tea and toast. It doesn't mean we have to get married.
- Nora: I used to see my husband in his dressing gown, *only* when he was poorly. That's what dressing gowns are for, not for flaunting about in front of respectable widows.
- Alvin: Whi! It's not much of a flaunt. I'm sorry if it's getting you all emotional. You'll find things get easier once the fires in the flesh have died down.
- Nora: They die down very quick when the only fuel is men.