Culver monologue (Act 3) — The Title: A Comedy in Three Acts

I am serious. Beneath this amusing and delightful exterior, there is hidden the most serious, determined, resolute, relentless, inexorable, immovable man that ever breathed. And let me tell you something else, my girl--something I haven't mentioned before because of my nice feelings. What has this title affair got to do with you? What the dickens has it got to do with you? The title isn't offered as a reward for _your_ work; it's offered as a reward for _my_ work. _You_ aren't the Controller of Accounts, _I_ happen to be the Controller of Accounts. I have decided to refuse the title, and I shall refuse it. _Nothing will induce me to accept it_. Do I make myself clear, or (_smiling affectionately_) am I lost in a mist of words?