The Lady Eve

The Lady Eve

Jean: Not badly. You have a right to have an ideal. Oh, I guess we all have one.
Charles: What does yours look like?
Jean: He's a little short guy with lots of money.
Me: (ears perk up like a dog)
Charles: Why short?
Me: Yeah, why 
Jean: What does it matter if he's rich? It's so he'll look up to me. So I'll be his ideal.
Me: (taking notes)
Charles: That's a funny kind of reason.
Jean: Well, look who's reasoning. And when he takes me out to dinner, he'll never add up the check and he won't smoke greasy cigars or use grease on his hair. And, oh yes, he, he won't do card tricks.
Me: (furiously taking notes)

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