stew, your hands are shaking. you've been drinking again.
you're sure going to be poison to that junior leaguer from now on!
you what?
for heaven's sake, stew, are you completely bats? what for? i thought the story was cold. you can't go back there.
and that
well, i've seen her pictures, and i don't think she's so hot.
of course i haven't got a nose.
and the rest of us are truck horses?
i didn't run away.
i hope you'll be very happy.
it's the smoke.
who me? she wouldn't want to meet me. i'm just an old load of hay.
do you think your wife would walk up three flights of stairs just to eat out of paper plates?
remember, she's a schuyler.
oh, i'll call you up some time. and if your social duties permit - why -
don't pay attention to him, stew. he doesn't know what he's talking about.
sure - i think so, stew.
how is her family going to feel about it?
i'd like to see miss wilson, please.
miss gallagher of the post.
yes.
i was sent from the post in place of our social editor.
why, a list of the guests. that's the usual thing, isn't it?
yes, thank you.
thank you.
yes.
i bet.
you know, he looks like one.
thanks.
mr. smith, i've read some of your plays and i'd like an autograph.
there you are!
i'm pinch-hitting for our society editor tonight. i wanted to see some life in the raw.
well, i'll have to look someplace else.
nothing.
i dyed one and washed the other.
don't turn around now - but there's a very beautiful girl up there who seems to be staring at us.
my mistake - she's glaring.
how do you do?
goodbye, stew
yes.
oh, hello stew. i'm pretty good, can't complain. how's our gentleman of leisure?
oh, your play. hmmm, act one, scene one: coast of norway - and then a lot of blank. is that it?
okay.
hello, stew.
i'm sorry, stew. i asked hank, and hank did the rest.
okay.
yes - and i'd love it.
how far have you gotten?
then how do you expect to write about it?
did conrad draw on his imagination?
conrad.
i don't know a thing about him, but isn't he the one you're always yelling about?
isn't he the one that always writes about things - only the things he knows about?
didn't he go to sea before he wrote about it?
then why don't you write about something you know? write about yourself and anne. the poor boy who marries a rich girl - now there's a swell theme.
oh, sure. she'd make a beautiful heroine
here you are.
nope - afraid i'm all out of tricks tonight.
very good.
i think i better go, stew.
eurek!
why, you're just a first-class chump! you just staged a scene that would play like a million dollars! how about that declaration of independence for the second act curtain?
yeah?
it'll be ready in a minute.
what did he want?
what was the idea he gave you?
well, from now on the play will be easy. all you have to do is bring the wife back, have her say she's sorry, and then your play's over.
no.