CAPRICE: Well, (indignant look) what are we supposed to do? Be quiet, or answer your questions? And anyway, I'd like to talk about that rod a bit more. (glances at it, desperate wanting barely concealed in her face; her hand twitches slightly as if wanting to reach for it)
"For us and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently." - The Player, Hamlet, act III scn. II ~ The Doctor + Brigit ~
FRANK: (To kate) I'm really starting to become concerned. (to caprice, very slowly like he's talking to someone who hard of hearing and can't really understand) Have -you -thought- about- seeking- proffessional- help?