[first lines. Sonia walks in to find Myra with Gloria in a chokehold]
Sonia Stevens: For Gods sake!
[trying to separate them]
Sonia Stevens: What do you think are you doing?
Myra Desmond: [still choke-holding Gloria] This is my dear departed hubby's little tart! The Freak fed her to me and I've got a score to settle, so get out Sonia!
Sonia Stevens: Can't you see that you're being set up? Myra, be smart! Settle things on your own terms, not Ferguson's!