TOM: She’s like a tiger when she’s roused, isn’t she?

NORMAN: I’ve never met a tiger socially, I wouldn’t know.

TOM: Something’s got into her, you know. I think that holiday meant more to her than she’s letting on.

NORMAN: Yes, I’m beginning to think that.

[Tom moves to the window.]

TOM: [calling to the cat] Pussy, pussy. Down puss. Come down puss.

[Tom goes to the door]

Well, I think I’ll go and see if I can pour oil on things.