- Mr. Charles: I'm asking you, is it a time to bring my daughter home, four o'clock in the morning? Is it, Mr Haughton? You're a fine specimen. You ruin my daughter, disgrace her parents and then come whining the car broke down.
- Mary: But it did!
- Mr. Charles: That'll do from you. Hold your tongue.
- Mary: But dad, it's the truth.
- Mr. Charles: We've heard that story before, eh Mother? But I never expected to hear it in my own home. I thought I'd brought you up to know better than to go gallivanting with the first young waster who took a fancy to you.
- Mary: But Father...
- Mr. Charles: Be quiet. I've done with you for good and all. As for you, what do you intend to do about it?
- Arthur Haughton: Do?
- Mr. Charles: Yes. Do. If you think you can play around and ruin a respectable girl and get off scot free just because she happens to work in your nightclub, you've chosen a girl with the wrong father. I'm going to see you do the right thing by her.
- Mary: Father, please...
- Mr. Charles: Shut up, you.
- Arthur Haughton: I, er, I. How much?
- Mr. Charles: How dare you? I don't care if you're the son of a millionaire fifty times over. His money won't buy you out of this. You're going to marry my daughter. You'll get a special licence first thing in the morning.
- Mary: Father, you can't do that.
- Arthur Haughton: Marry? But I can't. My father would...
- Mr. Charles: So, you're afraid of your father are you? Alright, we'll see what millionaire Haughton has to say to his son, eh, Mother?
- Arthur Haughton: You can't. He's in New York.
- Mr. Charles: New York or Timbuktu, it's all the same to us. You're going to marry my daughter.
- Dora Bush: You've no right to force your way in here like this.
- Bronson Haughton: Haven't I?
- Arthur Haughton: Take your hands off me. I won't have it, d'you hear?
- Bronson Haughton: No?
- [he shoves Arthur across the room and takes a whip out of his coat pocket]
- Dora Bush: You're not going to hit him...! Anyway, what's this got to do with you?
- Bronson Haughton: Everything. I've decided there's only one way to deal with you. I'm going to give you a thrashing you'll remember all your life.
- Arthur Haughton: You wouldn't dare.
- Arthur Haughton: Oh, no?
- [he commences to lash him]
- Arthur Haughton: Ohhh! Owww!
- Arthur Haughton: Stop, stop hitting him. I won't let you hit him. Stop!
- [Bronson manhandles Dora into the bathroom and closes the door]
- Arthur Haughton: . No, you stay here.
- [he recommences lashing Arthur]
- Arthur Haughton: .
- Arthur Haughton: Owww! Owww! Owww!
- Arthur Haughton: Get up!
- [he continues to beat him on the floor]
- Arthur Haughton: Ohh, Owwww! Stop it, stop it. You don't know what you're doing.
- Bronson Haughton: Don't I? It's what I should have done years ago, you waster!
- [he thrashes him over and over again]
- Arthur Haughton: Owww! Owww!
- Dora Bush: [from the bathroom] Stop! For pity's sake stop.
- [the lashing continues]
- Dora Bush: .