(laughter) (gasps) viv, viv, viv, how long has walter been off the wagon? him to drain that glass. - please let go, vivian, i have to help him. - no, you're too upset! now, (mumbles) arthur's with him. - please, i could not never face myself if i didn't at least try, viv! - walter, pal listen, alcohol has poisoned you. what do you think you're doing? - arthur ... maude, perfect piece of poetry. candy is dandy but liquor is quicker. - no, no, not at all. (laughter) - mister findlay? - yes, misses findlay? or should i say ex-misses findlay? or semi ex-misses findlay? - walter, what are you doing? - what does it look like, i'm wetting my whistle. would you like me to wet yours? - walter, let's talk about it. - oh go sit in your seat in the senate. - walter, how can i help you if we don't talk? - you can't. eh, that suddenly makes me feel good. telling you there's something you can't do, because you think you can do everything. - [maude] no, i don't. - yes, you do maude, everything you know, like run for office, move to albany, live without me. walk around with