I don't like to have to talk this way to you, but you just make me.

We're not going to touch a penny of my five thousand nor a penny of that little money I managed to save--that seventy-five." "That TWO hundred, you mean." "That SEVENTY-FIVE.

We're just going to live on the interest of that and on what I earn from Uncle Oelbermann--on just that thirty-one or two dollars." "Huh! Think I'm going to do that, an' live in such a room as this ?" Trina folded her arms and looked him squarely in the face.
"Well, what ARE you going to do, then ?" "Huh ?" "I say, what ARE you going to do?
You can go on and find something to do and earn some more money, and THEN we'll talk." "Well, I ain't going to live here." "Oh, very well, suit yourself.

I'M going to live here." "You'll live where I TELL you," the dentist suddenly cried, exasperated at the mincing tone she affected.
"Then YOU'LL pay the rent," exclaimed Trina, quite as angry as he.
"Are you my boss, I'd like to know?
Who's the boss, you or I ?" "Who's got the MONEY, I'd like to know ?" cried Trina, flushing to her pale lips.

"Answer me that, McTeague, who's got the money ?" "You make me sick, you and your money.