you done yet, love? i am absolutely dying for a fag.
uh-oh. the way you look at me, james. what have you done this time?
boris? do i look a fright?
oh, james.
and you said there'd be some of me left. nobody's going to know me in this getup.
only a mad scientist could do this to a woman.
in the sequel, james, two lady scientists should make a monster. and our monster would be gary cooper.
more your line.
jimmy. how are you?
i saw una o'conner a few weeks ago. she said you'd been under the weather.
we're all getting a bit long in the tooth.
please. you shouldn't stand on my account.
i'm fine, jimmy. i can only stay a few minutes.
what's our pesky friend up to now?
is that boris? our little chum appears to be arranging a reunion.
boris, darling. i didn't know you were here. these public revels are hardly up your alley.
and what do you make of our royal visitant?
of course she's a lady. what did you expect? a hussy in tennis shoes?
don't you just love being famous?
are you all right, jimmy?
we'll be in touch, jimmy.