Mrs. Olga Bradshaw:
Since we no longer have a language in which we can communicate, it would be *intolerable* to be confined in this small space with you.
Burton Bradshaw:
Well, now, where are you going?
Mrs. Olga Bradshaw:
Home to my folks in Montclair.
Burton Bradshaw:
Well, I'll save you the trouble. I'll go home to mine - in the Bronx.
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