Mrs. Forrest, I think it's time to settle accounts. Yes, of course. But, dear, could you...

Albie: Mrs. Forrest, I think it's time to settle accounts.
Mrs. Forrest: Yes, of course. But, dear, could you run downstairs first and get me some lunch?
Albie: Get it yourself, Rosie Miller.
Mrs. Forrest: "Rosie Miller"? Albie, I don't recall ever giving you permission to call me by my professional name.
Albie: Rosie, I'm gonna' tell *you* what to do for once. You're gonna' write me a check... for 2,000 pounds.
Mrs. Forrest: [taken aback] Two thousand pounds?
Albie: Then we're gonna' wave bye-bye to you, me and Clarine. Then you can go back to vaudeville or roll-a-hoop... or talk to the spirits all night. Because we won't be around.
Mrs. Forrest: Albie, you and Clarine wouldn't desert me, leave me alone in this big house after all these years?
Albie: I'm sure you'll manage, madam. Unless you give me 2,000 quid, Rosie, I'm gonna' have to report to the police that you've become a kidnapper. You've got Katy locked in the nursery, haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU!
Mrs. Forrest: [after a stunned pause] Go get me my checkbook