Alexander Bowen:
You shut your gob, woman! Out here, it's Alexander Bowen what gives the orders and you womenfolk listen to what I have to say. Is that clear to ya?
[Martha slaps Bowen's face, Burnett cracks up at the sight]
Martha Evans:
You pompous, foul-smelling tyrant! I want that boy moved where he can be looked after.
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