LANDLORD: Go back home, love, this ain't the place for the likes o' you.

BERNICE: What d'you mean?

LANDLORD: Look, you're a woman. Stay at home where you belong...

BERNICE: And you're an interfering antediluvian chauvinist with a bad case of eczema, who waters down his gin, and runs the cheapest flea-pit of a tavern this side of the Magellanic Cluster. I don't have to stay here to be insulted by someone who'd make an australopithecus feel Science Academy material. I'm a lady, I am.