VICKEY. I'm sure I'm not bumptious, father.

HOBSON. Yes, you are. You're pretty, but you're bumptious, and I
hate bumptiousness like I hate a lawyer.

ALICE. If we take trouble to feed you it's not bumptious to ask
you not to be late for your food.

VICKEY. Give and take, father.

HOBSON. I give and you take, and it's going to end.

MAGGIE. How much a week do you give us?

HOBSON. That's neither here nor there. (_Rises and moves to
doors_ L.) At moment I'm on uppishness, and I'm warning you
your conduct towards your parent's got to change. (_Turns to
the counter_.) But that's not all. That's private conduct, and
now I pass to broader aspects and I speak of public conduct. I've
looked upon my household as they go about the streets, and I've
been disgusted. The fair name and fame of Hobson have been
outraged by members of Hobson's family, and uppishness has done
it.

VICKEY. I don't know what you're talking about.

HOBSON. Vickey, you're pretty, but you can lie like a gas-meter.
Who had new dresses on last week?

ALICE. I suppose you mean Vickey and me!