GEORGE (as Martha is not getting up)

Martha, will you show her where we keep the…euphemism?

MARTHA (turning) What? Oh? (to Honey) Sure! I'm sorry. C'mon. I want to show you the house.

HONEY (to Nick) We'll be back, dear.

MARTHA Honestly, George, you burn me up!

GEORGE (delighted with the thought) All right.

MARTHA You really do, George.

GEORGE Okay, Martha…Okay. Just…trot along.

MARTHA You really do.

GEORGE Just don't shoot your mouth off…about…you-know-what.

MARTHA (surprisingly vehement)

I'll talk about any goddam thing I want to!

GEORGE Okay. Okay. Vanish.

MARTHA Any goddamn thing I want to!

GEORGE VANISH!

MARTHA (practically dragging Honey out with her)

C'mon…