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: Well, heaven be praised, I'm on to my husband, I wouldn't trust him on Alcatraz, the mouse. Peggy Day
: Sylvia, you oughtn't talk about him like that! Why, I think it's disloyal! Sylvia Fowler
: Oh now, listen Peggy, do we know how the men talk about us when we're not around? Nancy Blake
: I've heard rumours. Sylvia Fowler
: Exactly... And uh... While we're on the subject, have either of you wondered whether the master of this maison might not be straying? Nancy Blake
: I haven't. Sylvia Fowler
: Well, for all you know Mary Haines may be living in a fool's paradise. Nancy Blake
: You're so resourceful darling. I ought to go to you for plots. Sylvia Fowler
: You ought to go to *someone*.
: Weren't you going to Africa to shoot, Nancy? Nancy Blake
: As soon as my book's out. Sylvia Fowler
: I don't blame you. I'd rather face a tiger any day than the sort of things the critics said about your last book.
: Oh, I wish I could make a little money writing the way you do! Nancy Blake
: If you wrote the way I do, that's just what you'd make. Sylvia Fowler
: You're not a very popular author, are you, dear? Nancy Blake
: Not with you.
: [Showing her nails to Mary
] Mary, how do you like that? Nancy Blake
: Too, too adorable. Sylvia Fowler
: Ah, you have no idea how it stays on... I get it at Sydney's. You should go, Mary. A wonderful new manicurist. Olga's her name; she's marvelous. Isn't that divine? Jungle Red! Nancy Blake
: Looks like you've been tearing at somebody's throat! Sylvia Fowler
: [Smacks her hand on the table
] I'll be darned, Nancy, if I'll let you ride me anymore! Mary Haines
: Oh Sylvia, Nancy's only trying to be clever, too. Sylvia Fowler
: Well, she takes a crack at everything about me... Even my nails! Mary Haines
: Well, I like them, I really do. Sydney's, Olga's, Jungle Red... I'll remember.
: [to Countess DeLave
] Chin up. Miriam Aarons
: Right, both of them.
: What are you, pet? Nancy Blake
: What nature abhors. I am an old maid, a frozen asset.
: [looking at Sylvia Fowler's blouse
] Great guns. What are you made up for? The Seeing Eye?
: What are you going to write next, Nancy? Animal stories? Nancy Blake
: [looking at Sylvia Fowler
] I wouldn't have to go to Africa for that.
: I'd die before I hurt Edith. Nancy Blake
: [offering Sylvia a tray of nuts
: [Opens the door for Edith
] How do you do, Mrs. Potter? Edith Potter
: Hello, Jane. Jane
: And how are you feeling today? Edith Potter
: Too awful. I wouldn't wish my woes on my worst friend.
[Looks around the corner
] Edith Potter
: Oh Jane, will you tell Mrs. Fowler that I'd like to speak to her out here for just a moment. Jane
: Yes, Mrs. Potter. Nancy Blake
: [Comes around the corner and surprises Edith
] How's the little mother? Edith Potter
: [shouts out to Jane
] Jane! Never mind about that...
] Edith Potter
: Hello, dear... Nancy Blake
: The spider's in the parlor. Let's go join her.
: You just can't bear Mary's happiness, can you, Sylvia? It gets you down. Sylvia Fowler
: How ridiculous! Why should it? Nancy Blake
: Because she's contented. Contented to be what she is. Sylvia Fowler
: Which is what? Nancy Blake
: A woman. Sylvia Fowler
: Ah! And what are we? Nancy Blake
: Females. Sylvia Fowler
: Really. And what are you, pet? Nancy Blake
: What nature abhors: I'm an old maid, a frozen asset.
: I wanna keep going until I get a boy. Alex Fisher
: Don't we have enough of those?