Alfred. Oh, so this is why you wanted ta get me outta the way, eh? Now Alfred, you just...

Ellen Bridges: [somewhat shocked as her husband unfortunately drunkenly enters the house, interrupting the end of a visit from Jane and Edward Marryot which he was deliberately sent out to avoid] Alfred. Alfred Bridges: Oh, so this is why you wanted ta get me outta the way, eh? Mrs. Snapper: Now Alfred, you just behave yourself. Alfred Bridges: Pleased to see ya again me Lady, I'm sure. Welcome to our hovel. [she backs away slightly aghast] Alfred Bridges: Oh, proud and haughty, are we? Ellen Bridges: Alfred, stop it! Stop it! Jane Marryot: [gives Ellen a consoling hug of reassurance] There there, dear Ellen; I'm so very, very sorry. I quite understand, quite. I'll come and see you again soon. [leaves with Edward] Mrs. Snapper: Ya drunken great brute! Alfred Bridges: You shut your mouth! You mind your business and I'll mind mine. George Grainger: [tries to stifle Alfred and get him upstairs] Look here old man, you'd better go up and have a lay down. Alfred Bridges: Leave me alone! Lot-a snobs, that's what. Lot-a blasted great snobs! George Grainger: Now now... Alfred Bridges: No, I'm not good enough to be at home when the *quality* comes. Oh no! I'll show you who's good enough! Ellen Bridges: [sadly while clutching their daughter, Fanny] Should never be able to hold my head up again; never, never! Alfred Bridges: Ah, who gave Fanny that doll? Her noble *ladyship* I suppose. Well we don't want none of her blasted charity around here. [shoves George, grabs the doll from Ellen as she screams, and throws it on the ground] George Grainger: [grabs Alfred and tries to subdue him as he whisks him upstairs] Come on up here. You're comin' upstairs is what you're gonna do. You're comin' right up here. Alfred Bridges: [pushes George down onto the steps as he shouts before stumbling out the door] Blasted snobs! Ellen Bridges: [weeps into her handkerchief] She was right, she was right: time changes many things.