The Thimblerigger: Madam, you misunderstand.
Lily: You're a thimblerigger, aren't you?
The Thimblerigger: Yes. I'm not here to gamble. I play my little game as a woman might knit, or a man whittle. as an exercise to distract the mind. No, madam, I'm not in Laramie to gamble. I've come to destroy a man.
Dan: I wasn't complaining. We were talking about that fool club Johnny belongs to. And he said I couldn't join--implied I couldn't join--because...
Lily: Oh, you're nervous, Dan. Upset, edgy. You have all the symptoms.
Dan: I feel fine.
Lily: Oh no. Set jaw, stern eyes, intractable nature. You're infected, Dan. Bacheloritis. Death knell of the human race.
Dan: Come on, Lily...
Lily: I can write you out a prescription. The remedy is extreme but permanent. two words. Want to guess?
Dan: Sure. "Get married."
Lily: Doctor, cure thyself.
Lily: (describing the white-clad Thimblerigger) He's sitting there like white death.