DR. CONY--Well, strictly speaking, it isn't the fun that hurts you, it's
the rum. You must stop, even if you hate the stuff. Do you understand?
COTTONTAIL (_hysterical_)--I can't stop, I can't stop; I never started,
I can't stop--
DR. CONY--Very well, sir, I must insist on taking the only measure that
will save your life. (_He steps to the door and calls_) Mrs. Cottontail,
will you come here immediately?
(_Enter Mrs. Cottontail_.)