What a crock!

Edward Hargreave:
[to Sylvia, who's looking out a window]
What's the matter, darling? Sylvia:
I'm concerned about Mary. Edward Hargreave:
Oh, she'll come around. You'll see. Sylvia:
And I'm nervous about tomorrow. Edward Hargreave:
Don't you want to get married? Sylvia:
Yes, of course I do. I think so. I mean... yes, yes I do. But why do you ask? Edward Hargreave:
Everything's going to be fine. I promise you... Peter Mitchell:
[Peter and Michael come rushing in]
You sonofabitch! You're planning on sending Mary to that boarding school! Edward Hargreave:
What are you talking about! Michael Kellam:
We went to Pileforth this afternoon. Peter Mitchell:
He's planning to send Mary there! Sylvia:
In five or six years, that's a possibility, yes... Peter Mitchell:
No, not In five or six years. Next term. Edward Hargreave:
That's not true. Peter Mitchell:
He's lying to you. Edward Hargreave:
Rubbish. Michael Kellam:
Then why was Miss Lomax measuring Mary? Sylvia:
Was she? Michael Kellam:
For a uniform. Edward Hargreave:
A gift. She asked me if she could give Mary a blazer. Peter Mitchell:
Why? Edward Hargreave:
Because she said that with all the presents Sylvia and I were going to get, Mary might feel left out. Sylvia:
I think that's a very sweet thought. Edward Hargreave:
Yes, I thought so. Peter Mitchell:
What a crock!