i have no power to retract, mr. cummings.  i'm only mr. hunsecker's secretary. no. nor can i agree that can retraction is necessary. thank you for calling.
i'll get the boss to sign them.
you've said that six times - that's why i'm smiling.
that's a question i usually like to ask you. your secretary phoned.
something about a frank d'angelo trying to reach you.
is that the man who manages susie's boyfriend?
have you seen this? in otis elwell's column. "the dreamy marijuana smoke of a lad who heads a highbrow jazz quintet is giving an inelegant odor to that elegant east side club where he works. that's no way for a card-holding party member to act. moscow won't like, you naughty boy!"
could this be that boy?
if this is true, j.j.'s going to hit the ceiling.
sidney, you know that j.j. doesn't like people to look at the column proof in advance.
bribing me again?
you're a real rascal, sidney. i'd certainly dislike you if i didn't like you. you're an amusing boy, but there isn't a drop of respect in you for anything alive - you're too immersed in the theology of making a fast buck. not that i don't sometimes feel that you yearn for something better.
i don't mind you looking at the proof of the column in advance, as long as j.j. doesn't know. but don't do it like a boy stealing gum from a slot machine.
no. it's one of j.j.'s occasional beau gestes. evidently the fellow's funny, so he gave him a plug.
let's wait till christmas - it's more legitimate then.