Aunt Winifred: [Max visits his aunt at her mansion] ... You smell like peanuts. Where have you been, to the zoo?
Max Sinclair: It was a long drive out here. I stopped for a sandwich.
Aunt Winifred: To what *catastrophe* may I credit this visit?
Max Sinclair: I'm sorry you feel that way. My work takes a lot of time.
Aunt Winifred: *Six years* of being involved with that foolishness. You didn't bring any of those...
Max Sinclair: Children? No; you've made it *painfully* clear how you feel about those young people
[under his breath]
Max Sinclair: whom you've never met.
Aunt Winifred: Good. No need pretending, then.
Max Sinclair: ...I need to arrange a private loan. I'd like to run Hillsburg on my own, the way it ought to be run.
[There is a crash from outside the study]
Thorndike: Not to worry! I'll fetch another tray!
Max Sinclair: ...Have you noticed that Thorndike's cataracts are back? He needs professional care, medical attention; and I think he's long overdue for a pension.
Aunt Winifred: There's nothing wrong with that man. He's lazy, that's all. Like all servants.
Max Sinclair: He's *eighty years old*, that's what he is!
Aunt Winifred: And not a very good eighty, if you ask me... Stop scratching and twitching!
Max Sinclair: I've got hives... Do I have to *beg* you? Time's running out. I've never come to you for help before. But I don't have any other family!
Aunt Winifred: My heart bleeds for you, Max. I never approved of your chosen profession of chasing tarnished rainbows! If you want to save the world, go do it... but not with my money, or my blessing! Now, if that's all you've come for, I bid you good day.