CARMODY (angrily). Shut your big mouth! What is the matter with you at all?
TOM (indignantly). She pinched me—hard as she could, too—and look at her laughin'!
NORA (hopping on the table again). Cry-baby! Iowed you one.
TOM. I'll fix you. I'll tell Eileen, wait 'n' see!
NORA. Tattle-tale! I don't care. Eileen's sick.
TOM. That's why you dast do it. You dasn't if she was up. I'll get even, you bet!
CARMODY (exasperated). Shut up your noise! Go up to bed, the two of you, and no more talk, and you go with them, Mary.