HIGGINS [carried away]: Yes: in six months—in three if she has a good ear and a quick tongue—I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We'll start today: now! this moment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Pearce. Monkey Brand, if it won't come off any other way. Is there a good fire in the kitchen?

MRS. PEARCE: Yes. But—

HIGGINS: Take all her clothes off and burn them. Ring up Whiteley or somebody for new ones. Wrap her up in brown paper till they come.

LIZA [writhing in his grasp]: You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of such things. I'm a good girl, I am; and I know what the like of you are, I do.

HIGGINS: We want none of your Lisson Grove prudery here, young woman. You've got to learn to behave like a duchess. Take her away, Mrs. Pearce. If she gives you any trouble, wallop her.

LIZA: No! I'll call the police, I will.

HIGGINS: But I have no place to put her.

MRS. PEARCE: There is no place except the small room above the kitchen where we used to have the musical box. I could put her there.

HIGGINS: Oh, that will do. Put her there.

MRS. PEARCE: Very well, sir. It's a pity. Such a nice girl.

HIGGINS: No place for her. Don't be silly, Mrs. Pearce.