LIZA. I had a good mind to break it. I didn't know which way to
look. But I hung a towel over it, I did.

HIGGINS. Over what?

MRS. PEARCE. Over the looking-glass, sir.

HIGGINS. Doolittle: you have brought your daughter up too
strictly.

DOOLITTLE. Me! I never brought her up at all, except to give her
a lick of a strap now and again. Don't put it on me, Governor.
She ain't accustomed to it, you see: that's all. But she'll soon
pick up your free-and-easy ways.

LIZA. I'm a good girl, I am; and I won't pick up no free and easy
ways.

HIGGINS. Eliza: if you say again that you're a good girl, your
father shall take you home.

LIZA. Not him. You don't know my father. All he come here for was
to touch you for some money to get drunk on.

DOOLITTLE. Well, what else would I want money for? To put into
the plate in church, I suppose. [She puts out her tongue at him.
He is so incensed by this that Pickering presently finds it
necessary to step between them]. Don't you give me none of your
lip; and don't let me hear you giving this gentleman any of it
neither, or you'll hear from me about it. See?