Eliza Doolittle:
[bumping into Freddy]
Look where you're goin', dear. Look where you're goin'.
Freddy Eynsford-Hill:
I'm so sorry.
Eliza Doolittle:
Two bunches of violets trod in the mud. A full day's wages.
Mrs. Eynsford-Hill:
Freddy. Freddy, go and find a cab.
Freddy Eynsford-Hill:
Yes, Mother.
Eliza Doolittle:
Oh, he's your son, is he? Well, if you'd done your duty by him as a mother should, you wouldn't let him spoil a poor girl's flowers and then run away without payin'.
Mrs. Eynsford-Hill:
Oh, go about your business, my dear.
Eliza Doolittle:
And you wouldn't go off without payin', either. Two bunches of violets trod in the mud.
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