(again half asleep-facing into the couch)
Lawsy: ...(mumbling, mumbling) the worst.
Bette: What's the worst?
Lawsy: Are you talking to Jennie?
Bette: Yes.
Lawsy: Tell her she's the worst.
Jennie: I know I'm the worst.
Lawsy: Wait is she here?
(Lawsy turns and discovers that Jennie is indeed in the room.)