Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
Just keep your voice down! (I.33)
You just have to scribble a few lines on this card.
You scribble something, Maggie
It's got to be your handwriting; it's your present, I've given him my present; it's got to be your handwriting! (I.34)
But I could make her hear me just by sayin' each word slowly, distinctly, close to her ear. I read her the Commerical Appeal ev'ry night, read her the classified ads in it, even, she never missed a word of it. (I.46.686-689)