Karen:
Jocelyn...
Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn:
I hope you and your bridegroom, my dead husband, will be very happy together in this medieval mausoleum.
Karen:
I can understand your bitterness. If only you'd given Arnold more love and affection.
Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn:
You gave him enough "affection" for both of us.
Karen:
All he wanted was...
Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn:
I know what he wanted. What is your going rate?
Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn:
[gasps]
Lady Dwellyn! You are mistaken. Arnold and I never, never discussed money.
Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn:
What did he do? Just leave it on the mantel each night?
Karen:
Ours was a deep and honest love. In fact, I love Arnold so much, I refuse to let even death separate us.
Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn:
Rubbish! You won't get away with it, you know. It's quite illegal to marry a corpse.
Karen:
Mr Whitehead thinks he can prove our marriage valid. He intends to establish a precedent, using the analogy of women who marry soldiers at the front by proxy; men who might already have died in battle before the wedding ceremony was performed.
Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn:
The Courts will award me the entire estate. I am the rightful heir. Arnold's one and only wife. And widow. Happy honeymoon, you bitch!
[exits]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:18