what's up, babe? something's eating you.
my unfailing instinct tells me something's gone wrong with the stew.
you haven't gotten very far, have you? that's where you were an hour ago. come on, let's knock off and go down to joe's. the gang's waiting for us.
people have been crucified before.
you started out to be a successful newspaper woman, didn't you?
the guy's balmy.
aw, cut it out, will you? you'll get me thinking about charlie again.
huh?
running away is no solution.
you're acting like a school girl.
you wouldn't know if i drew you a diagram. now, run along and peddle your little tin-types.
yeah. what?
oh, mary? yes, of course. well, i don't know whether she's home or not. i'll see.
why there she is! of course she's home.
you mean
oh yes, i think it'd be a swell night to go for a walk. a nice long one.
thank you so much. good night.
no, you don't. just a minute. no more photographs.