right.
well, we leave for the airport in half an hour. is that johnny-boy's room? i'd better hustle him up!
ah, good!
i gotta give you credit, annie-girl. i've handled a good many big promotions in my time . . . everything from the world's fair to a channel swimmer, but this one has certainly got me spinning. and now a john doe convention! wow! say! if you could only get him to jump off the city hall roof on christmas eve, i'd guarantee you half a million people there.
who, johnny-boy?
well, i don't know what angle you want, but i'll give it to you quick. number one, he's got great yokel appeal; but he's a nice guy. number two, he's beginning to believe he really wrote that original suicide letter that you made up. number three, he thinks that you're joan of arc or something!
number four, well, you know what number four is. he's nuts about you. yeah, it's running out of his ears.
holy smoke!
huh?
how're you, beany?
in a couple of minutes.