LAURA: You make it seem like we were setting a trap. AMANDA: All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.
AMANDA [coyly smiling, shaking her girlish ringlets]: Well, well, well, so this is Mr. O’Connor. Introductions entirely unnecessary. I’ve heard so much about you from my boy. I finally said to him, Tom — good gracious! — why don’t you bring this paragon to supper?
AMANDA: Let you in? Oh, good, you’ve met already! It’s rare for a girl as sweet an’ pretty as Laura to be domestic! But Laura is, thank heavens, not only pretty but also very domestic. I’m not at all. I never was a bit. I never could make a thing but angel-food cake. Well, in the South we had so many servants.