Relationships-Transcript

SANDY: Hello, ‘Type For You’ Agency. Yes, can you hold the line for a moment, please? Thanks. Are you in?
JEAN: Who is it?
SANDY: Lionel Hardcastle
JEAN: I’m out.
SANDY: For long?
JEAN: Try a decade.
SANDY: Hello Mr. Hardcastle. I’m sorry, but Ms. Pargetter is out at the moment.Oh, not for long, ten years or so.
1:11
LIONEL: Ten years or so.
ALISTAIR: Bye….Li hi..Must fly.
LIONEL: Win fang ling chan.
ALISTAIR: Pardon?
LIONEL: Oh, sorry. I thought we were conducting a conversation in Chinese.
ALISTAIR: What? Oh, I see. Nice one Li. No, no. What I mean is, I’ve only got five minutes.
LIONEL: And you’re devoting them all to me. I’m touched. You’d better come in; run in might be a better idea.
ALISTAIR: Thing is Lionel, your manuscript. We love it.
LIONEL: Good.
ALISTAIR: But it isn’t quite right.
LIONEL: Oh, for goodness sake Alistair. Look, I’ve put a lot of work into that book. I’ve made all the revisions you asked for.
ALISTAIR: I know, I know, and we are thrilled. 
LIONEL: You love it and you’re thrilled, but it isn’t quite right?
ALISTAIR: No. 
LIONEL: So it’s bad?
ALISTAIR: No, no, no, we love it.
LIONEL: Is it me, or are we going round in circles?
ALISTAIR: Put it this way. Your manuscript, and we do love it, is there, but is not there.
LIONEL: Would it help if we went back to Chinese?
ALISTAIR: It needs…it needs…What’s the word I’m looking for?
LIONEL: Burning?
ALISTAIR: Humanizing.
LIONEL: Oh, humanizing.
ALISTAIR: Yes.
LIONEL: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Look it has people in it. I’m in it, and contrary to what some people seem to think, I am human.
ALISTAIR: yes, but not in the book. You’re a cypher. All the people in the book are cyphers. They need to be…they need to be people.
LIONEL: The people in the book need to be people?
ALISTAIR: You’ve go it.
LIONEL: Are you sure?
ALISTAIR: Look, it won’t take a lot more work, Lionel. One last push and we have a book. We have real chances. We could ultimately be talking about screen rights. You could be play Robert Redford.
LIONEL: Robert Red…Aren’t we getting a little ahead of ourselves?
ALISTAIR: Well, listen mate, if you don’t get ahead of yourself in this business, you’ll find yourself finishing up where you started out in the first place.
LIONEL: I’ll have to think about that one, but this humanizing.
ALISTAIR: Look, it won’t take you long, maybe a week. But it will be worth it, Lionel. It will pay off, I promise it will.
LIONEL: Oh, all right, I’ll try.
ALISTAIR: Good man. Oh, as long as I’m here, there’s a bit of personal biz I’d like to clear up. 
LIONEL: Personal biz?
ALISTAIR: Yes. Jean. 
LIONEL: What about her?
ALISTAIR: I’ll lay on the line. Would I be stepping on any toes?
LIONEL: Could you lay it on another line?
ALISTAIR: I fancy her like crazy.
LIONEL: Do you?
ALISTAIR: Yes. I know what you’re going to say. I’m too young.
LIONEL: No, I was going to say she’s too old, but it’s the same thing I suppose. Not that it’s any of my business.
ALISTAIR: Now that’s what I wanted to hear. I wouldn’t be stepping on your toes?
LIONEL: It’s a free-ish country.
ALISTAIR: Right. I like that. Free-ish. Can I use it?
LIONEL: Feel free-ish.
ALISTAIR: See you then, mate. Oh, and remember, push, push and humanize.
LIONEL: Push, push and humanize.
ALISTAIR: Bye Li.
LIONEL: Bye, bye Alistair. Robert Redford.
JEAN: Oh, Paul that’s excellent. Yes.Well, bike the contract round to me as soon as possible and I’ll sign it straight away. Oh, lovely. Thanks Paul. Bye.
JUDY: These have just come for you.
JEAN: We’ve got the premises in Brompton Road. My signature on the contract and they’re ours.
JUDY: Good. These came for you.
JEAN: Yes. 
JUDY: They’re flowers.
JEAN: Yes, green stalks with colored bits on the end, I can see that. We’ve got a new branch!
JUDY: What do you want me to do, turn cartwheels?
JEAN: Well, be glad for me. All the work I’ve put into this agency. It’s paying off. We’re getting somewhere.
JUDY: I am glad for you, you deserve it. But why aren’t you getting excited with getting flowers?
JEAN: Well, they’re probably a business thank you. Somebody said to their secretary, they did a good job. Send them a thank you letter. No, it’s a woman, send her flowers.
JUDY: Well, what would you prefer, a box of cigars? They don’t have a be a business thing. They could be from Lionel.
JEAN: Why would Lionel send me flowers?
JUDY: You were in love, mum.
JEAN: That was 38 years ago. They can’t have taken that long to arrive.
JUDY: Perhaps they’re a new thought.
JEAN: He’s got a new thought. We met her in Norwich.
JUDY: Well, perhaps he’s apologizing?
JEAN: He’s nothing to apologize for. If he chooses to spend the night with a loud mouthed, overblown bit of stuff, that’s his business.
JUDY: I bet they are from Lionel.
JEAN: I bet you a lunch they’re a business thank you.
JUDY: I bet you a lunch they’re from Lionel.
JEAN: They’re from Alistair. 
JUDY: I see.
JEAN: It is a sort of business thank you. I mean, after all we put the manuscript in order for him.
JUDY: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. A business thank you? From Alistair to Cleopatra?
JEAN: You have can have them.
JUDY: No, I’m not Cleopatra.
JEAN: Neither am I.
JUDY: Alistair obviously thinks you are.
JEAN: Then he needs stronger lenses.
JUDY: Look, it’s your own fault.
JEAN: What is?
JUDY: These are. You practically vamped him when we were in Norwich.
JEAN: Vamped.
JUDY: Yes you were all over him. Oh, yes, Alistair. I’d like to have a nightcap at the hotel, Alistair. Goo-goo eyes the lot. Just because Lionel turned up with his local bit of stuff.
JEAN: Well, I was piqued. I resent vamped.
JUDY: Well, Alistair obviously went for it.
JEAN: Yes, he did, didn’t he?
JUDY: Don’t look so smug.
JEAN: Well, it’s a bit of boost isn’t it? I mean, here I am, on the verge of getting a tight perm and taking a coach outing to Worthing and an attractive young man sends me flowers.
JUDY: I find that rather tacky.
JEAN: 	You like Alistair, don’t you?
JUDY: He’s all right. Hello, Judith Hanson.
JEAN: Oh, hello, Alistair. Mum? No, she’s at the chiropodist. No, no, no, it’s nothing serious, just her weekly visit to have her corns seen to.
7:37
HOTEL CLERK: Mr. Hardcastle. How nice you have you with us again.
LIONEL: I can’t stay away.
HOTEL CLERK: You’ll be staying for…?
LIONEL: Don’t worry. A short a time as possible. I’ll need somewhere to work. Is that room I used before free?
HOTEL CLERK: Room, sir? Do you mean the Anson Suite?
LIONEL: It’s a room.
HOTEL CLERK: We call it the Anson Suite.
LIONEL: I see. What do you call the room you’re giving me to sleep in?
HOTEL CLERK: Room 405, sir.
LIONEL: Doesn’t have the same ring, does it?
HOTEL CLERK: We could offer you a junior suite, sir.
LIONEL: Does that have child sized furniture?
HOTEL CLERK: It has a small sitting room and a complimentary bowl of fruit.
LIONEL: Bath towels actually big enough to dry yourself on?
HOTEL CLERK: Our standard bath towels, sir.
LIONEL: I’ll have the room and the Anson Suite.
HOTEL CLERK: Very good, sir. Do enjoy your stay with us.
LIONEL: You missed me, didn’t you?
HOTEL CLERK: Terribly.
8:45
LIONEL: Hello, Sandy.
SANDY: Oh, hello Mr. Hardcastle.
LIONEL: She, uh…?
SANDY: She’s out.
LIONEL: You’re the one who informed me that Ms. Pargetter would’t be in the office for ten years.
SANDY: I just do as I’m told.
LIONEL: Mmmm. I’ll wait.
SANDY: Ms. Pargetter is out.
LIONEL: So you said.
SANDY: Lovely, aren’t they?
LIONEL: I stole these from a cemetery.When will she be back? And don’t say ten years.
SANDY: She’s a very woman. Those are from your publisher by the way.
LIONEL: Really? Your are very sweet, too.
SANDY: Thank you. Would you like them?
LIONEL: No, thank you. Ah…
JEAN: Oh. It’s you.
LIONEL: Yes, it is.
SANDY: Mr. Hardcastle insisted on waiting. He’s brought you some lovely flowers.
LIONEL: Perhaps you could find an inkwell to put them in.
JEAN: They’re sweet. Those are from Alistair…
LIONEL: I know. How was your nightcap in Norwich?
JEAN: Rather flatting to tell the truth. How was your overnight accommodation?
LIONEL: She slung me out. I don’t see how you can be flattered by the attentions of a twelve year old boy.
JEAN: Don’t you?
LIONEL: No, I don’t. What funny?
JEAN: You being slung out.
LIONEL: He’s not exactly what you’d call a well rounded character is he, Alistair?
JEAN: Who say I’m interested in well rounded characters?
LIONEL: He’s an intellectual vacuum.
JEAN: Good looking.
LIONEL: I didn’t know you were coming to Norwich, you see. Why did you come anyway?
JEAN: To hear your lecture. What if you had known?
LIONEL: Well, I only knew Denise on and off you know.
JEAN: You could have phrased that more delicately. And if you think Alistair is an intellectual vacuum, then Denise must rank as an intellectual black hole.
LIONEL: Must have.
JEAN: What?
LIONEL: Must have ranked. I shan’t be seeing her again.
JEAN: Oh. Send her some flowers.
LIONEL: You’re very flippant today.
JEAN: I’ve acquired a new branch office.
LIONEL: Oh, congratulations.
JEAN: Thank you.
LIONEL: Do you really think he’s good looking?
JEAN: Yes.
LIONEL: Strange taste.
JEAN: I thought you were good looking.
LIONEL: Did you?
JEAN: Yes.
LIONEL: Well, yes, I suppose I was. Anyway, about Alistair, it’s because of him I’m here really.
JEAN: What do you mean?
LIONEL: The book.
JEAN: Oh.
LIONEL: I’ve got to do more damned revisions.
JEAN: Oh, and you need secretarial assistance?
LIONEL: I’m back at the hotel, so it’s all terribly proper. Could I have Sandy?
JEAN: She’s my secretary.
LIONEL: I know, but I like her?
JEAN: Does she like you?
LIONEL: I shouldn’t think so. We get on.
JEAN: I’ll ask her.
LIONEL: Tell her.
JEAN: Ask!
11:41
SANDY: Yes, all right. Why not? I’m battle hardened now.
JEAN: I’ll send someone else if you’d like.
SANDY: No. I like him.
JEAN: Why?
SANDY: Well, that’s a funny question coming from you. You were in love with him, weren’t you?
JEAN: Oh, Judith’s been chattering?
SANDY: Well, weren’t you?
JEAN: Well, it was a long time ago. I wasn’t in love long enough to know whether I really liked him.
SANDY: Well, I do. I shouldn’t really, because I don’t think he likes me at all.
JEAN: Well, off you go then. You two have the basis for a really beautiful friendship.
12:14
LIONEL: Page 37, I refer to a Colonel Austin.
SANDY: Yes.
LIONEL: I describe him as tall.
SANDY: True.
LIONEL: Right, now then add with a mustache.
SANDY: What sort of a mustache?
LIONEL: I don’t know…a mustache. You know, hair on the upper lip.
SANDY: Tall with a mustache.
LIONEL: Correct, next…
SANDY: What about his wife?
LIONEL: What about his wife?
SANDY: Did she have a mustache?
LIONEL: Of course she didn’t. Are you being facetious?
SANDY: No. It’s just that you don’t describe her at all. She’s just a blob. Colonel Austin’s wife. Poor woman.
LIONEL: Well, she won’t mind. She must be dead by now.
SANDY: You were the one who decided to describe everybody.
LIONEL: All right, all right. Colonel Austin’s wife…I can’t remember what she looked like.
SANDY: Invent. Poetic license. 
LIONEL: This isn’t a work of fiction.
SANDY: I think you should say something.
LIONEL: All right. Colonel Austin’s wife, who I don’t remember very well.
SANDY: You can put that.
LIONEL: Then put, Colonel Austin’s wife a blob.
SANDY: You’re not enjoying this, are you?
LIONEL: Well, is it worth it? It’s just a book. I wrote it. Alistair talked about publishing it. Now, all I get is we love it, but will you keep mucking about with it?
SANDY: Well, think of it as polishing a diamond.
LIONEL: That really does require a leap of the imagination doesn’t it? Where were we?
SANDY: You’d just described Colonel Austin’s wife as a blob.
LIONEL: Leave her for bit. Oh, leave it all for a bit.
SANDY: Look, I hate to sound like a hooker, but you are paying for my time.
LIONEL: Let’s assume I’m resting between bouts of ecstasy.
SANDY: Would you like a mint.
LIONEL: No, thank you.
SANDY: Ms. Pargetter. 
LIONEL: What about her?
SANDY: What was she like when you first met her?
LIONEL: Young. 
SANDY: Go on.
LIONEL: There was a warmth about her. Oh, she had a temper. Her eyes could go quite flinty, but she had that rarest of qualities, the ability to forgive without a hint of rancor. But she never tried to be anything. She was someone you never wanted to hurt…I remember once…
SANDY: Yes?
LIONEL: And she was short.
SANDY: Funny.
LIONEL: What is?
SANDY: Well, you got almost poetic there, and all you can remember of Colonel Austin’s wife, many years later, is that she was just a blob.
LIONEL: I didn’t share the same experience with Mrs. Austin.
SANDY: Makes a difference?
LIONEL: Well, obviously it makes a difference.
SANDY: Anything else?
LIONEL: Shall we get on?
SANDY: Whenever you like.
LIONEL: Page…If Alistair hadn’t mentioned a film, I’d burn this lot.
SANDY: Tons of money in a film.
LIONEL: I know. He talked about Robert Redford playing me. All right, he tends to get carried away. It is absurd.
SANDY: Of course it is. Anyway, he’s too old.
LIONEL: Oh, do you think so?
SANDY: Yes. You’re a young man at the start of the book.
LIONEL: We’re not getting on.
SANDY: I thought you were resting between bouts of ecstasy?
LIONEL: I’m resting between bouts of bewilderment. I mean look at it. My Life in Kenya. Make a film of it? I can’t even make a book out of it. Bloody publishers!
SANDY: Well, that wasn’t very clever, was it?
LIONEL: Well, I don’t feel very clever.
JEAN: How did it go?
LIONEL: Oh.
JEAN: Ah. It can’t have been a gust of wind. So it must have been a fit of pique.
LIONEL: Well, I’m fed up with it. What are you doing here anyway?
JEAN: I just popped in to see how everything was going.
SANDY: That just about says it really. Well, come on.
LIONEL: Well you’re the secretary.
SANDY: You threw the papers on the floor.
JEAN: Well, what’s the problem, apart from a bad temper?
LIONEL: Well, this humanizing business. Alistair thought if I described the characters more fully…
JEAN: That sounds like a good idea.
SANDY: Only he can’t.
LIONEL: Just because I can’t remember what Colonel Austin’s wife looked like…
SANDY: It’s not her. Those you have described are rather like the description you get on a passport. They come out as either short people or tall people.
LIONEL: Well, people are either short or tall.
JEAN: Unless they’re of medium height.
LIONEL: You don’t have to stay.
JEAN: I can’t. I’ve got a lunch.
SANDY: One person he described beautifully and she’s not even in the book.
JEAN: Who was that?
SANDY: You.
JEAN: I see.
SANDY: You came up in the conversation.
JEAN: Why?
SANDY: It was my fault.
LIONEL: There you are.
JEAN: It was never your forte, gallantry, was it?
LIONEL: The way I feel at the moment, I don’t have a forte of any kind at all.
JEAN: Oh, look, you can’t give up now.
SANDY: Well, perhaps if you help?
JEAN: Me? I don’t know anything about humanizing. Ask Alistair.
LIONEL: I’m not crawling back to him. He told me what he wanted. If I go back and say I don’t even know what he’s talking about, I’m going to look like a silly old fool aren’t I?
JEAN: Oh, well, I’ve got to go to lunch. Oh, look, Lionel, would you like tot come round to my house this evening, and I’ll try and help.
LIONEL: I wouldn’t want to be a nuisance.
JEAN: Don’t go humble, it doesn’t suit you. Eightish?
LIONEL: Thanks.
JEAN: Don’t bother to get up.
SANDY: This is going to take hours.
LIONEL: Oh, bugger it, let’s have some lunch.
SANDY: I don’t usually lunch with clients.
LIONEL: Think of me as a sinking ship.
SANDY: Oh, that’s all right. I always have lunch with sinking ships.
LIONEL: Do you think we could have it on the floor? I’ve stiffened up.
18:09
JUDY: I’ll go.
JEAN: Are you decent? 
JUDY: Incredibly. Hello, Lionel.
LIONEL: Hello, Judith. Oh, going out?
JEAN: Hello?
LIONEL: She always open the door like that?
JEAN: Like what?
LIONEL: So quickly. I mean, most people have a quick peer out first. She just flings it wide open.
JEAN: I never thought of it.
LIONEL: Something to do with body language I suppose.
JEAN: Do you know much about body language?
LIONEL: Very inhibiting, I know that. You end up quite unable to sit comfortably without making it either a sexual invitation or rebuff.
JEAN: Do sit down. What’s that?
LIONEL: Oh…oh, this is gratitude.
JEAN: Oh.
LIONEL: I brought you these.
JEAN: Oh, thank you.
LIONEL: Don’t tell me, Alistair.
JEAN: It’s getting silly, isn’t it?
LIONEL: You should have never encouraged him.
JEAN: Oh, don’t let’s start that again.
LIONEL: No.
JEAN: Have you eaten?
LIONEL: Well, I tried a club sandwich at the hotel, but it tasted as though it had been made during the blitz.
JEAN: Scrambled egg all right?
LIONEL: Excellent. I should hav brought a bottle of wine, but I suppose you’ve already got a few cases from Alistair.
JEAN: Only a couple.
JUDY: I think the box is garish anyway.
LIONEL: Oh, big though.
JUDY: Yes. Do I look all right?
LIONEL: Very good indeed.
JUDY: I don’t like my body.
LIONEL: I’ve never met a woman who does. I do, for what it’s worth.
JUDY: Thank you. Mum will never eat all those. there must be half a hundredweight there.
LIONEL: He should be sending them to you really. Ah. Indelicate?
JUDY: Stupid. No, no, not you, me. If mum’s in the same room, I might as well be wallpaper to Alistair. Plain wallpaper.
LIONEL: What is it about this man? I just think he’s a silly little twerp who can’t even speak english.
JUDY: No, he’s very clever actually. He’s good looking, funny, well-off, successful.
LIONEL: Well, if you’re going to go for the obvious. Where are you going tonight?
JUDY: I am eating with a crowd.
LIONEL: Less than a thousand.
JUDY: Seven or nine. It has to be an odd number to include me, you see.Twice divorced, lives with her mother. Good sport and not really a threat.
LIONEL: If that’s what the women in the party think, then they don’t have eyes.
JUDY: What a nice thing to say.
LIONEL: It’s not like me. I must be mellowing.
JUDY: I must be going. Bye mum.
JEAN: Have a nice time.
JUDY: I must go.
LIONEL: Go on then. Be a threat.
JUDY: Goodbye.
JEAN: Bye bye. Look, I hope they’re scrambled and not beaten to death.
LIONEL: Thank you. I’ve never tasted your cooking.
JEAN: If you’d said that to me 38 years ago, I’d have been a nervous wreck.
LIONEL: Hmmm…It’s very good.
JEAN: Then I’d have glowed.
LIONEL: Then I’d have thought, ‘My god, she can cook as well.’
JEAN: Then, then, then.
LIONEL: Yes.
JEAN: Let’s have some wine.
LIONEL: It’s not really Alistair’s is it?
JEAN: What if it were.
LIONEL: I’d still drink it. I’d pull a lot of faces though.
21:34
JEAN: Well, it’s no good sulking.
LIONEL: I’m not sulking. I’m quite capable of accepting constructive criticism.
JEAN: Look, all I said was that the book came across to me like something between a handbook for growing coffee bean and guide to Kenya.
LIONEL: And that’s constructive is it?
JEAN: Yes! It doesn’t reveal anything about the author. ‘My Life in Kenya’ it’s called. 
LIONEL: And that’s a boring title?
JEAN: Agreed. But while it is the title, who is the me in my?
LIONEL: Well, me obviously.
JEAN: Well, then let your readers know about it. Let them know who you are. Drop a veil or two.
LIONEL: I’m not a belly dancer. What I’m like is not my readers’ business.
JEAN: You don’t have any readers. The book won’t be published unless you open up a bit.
LIONEL: All right, give me an example.
JEAN: Your wife.
LIONEL: You didn’t even flick through the pages.
JEAN: Well, she just sprang to mind.
LIONEL: Why?
JEAN: Well, as an example. You meet her, you marry, you live together and then you divorced.
LIONEL: Well, we did.
JEAN: But it’s so colorless.
LIONEL: It was.
JEAN: Do you want me to help you or not?
LIONEL: Oh, let’s watch television. All right, yes I do.
JEAN: Right. Why did you marry her?
LIONEL: Because she was there I suppose.
JEAN: You make her sound like Everest.
LIONEL: Well, she was tall. Willowy or bony, depending on which way you looked at it. Not a laugher. The daughter of my neighbors 30 miles away along a bum numbing track. The only single girl for miles.
JEAN: You were lonely.
LIONEL: Yes, I’d started talking to the dogs a lot. So I’d used to drive over on a Sunday. We’d have tea, go for a stroll in the garden and then I’d numb my bum again for 30 miles and get home. And do you know, ever time I got back home, I remembered her as much prettier than when I left her.
JEAN: I’d have to say that she probably felt the same about you.
LIONEL: Oh, I’m quite sure she did. So I got married, saved the traveling.
JEAN: Pretty steam stuff, isn’t it?
LIONEL: That’s what I mean. You should be in the first chapter.
JEAN: I wasn’t ever in Africa.
LIONEL: No, but if it’s steam you’re talking, we could have powered several locomotives you know.
JEAN: It seems funny now. 
LIONEL: Absurd.
JEAN: Why did you divorce?
LIONEL: New roads. More brits immigrating. Social life tweaked up a notch.
JEAN: Someone else found her willowy?
LIONEL: No, I found somebody rounded.
JEAN: Oh.
LIONEL: Well, I’m not a saint.
JEAN: I never thought you were. 
LIONEL: What about you?
JEAN: Oh, I’ve had my moments.
LIONEL: No, I meant, why did you marry?
JEAN: Well, not to save my bum from getting sore. And not because he was there.
LIONEL: Love?
JEAN: Obviously.
LIONEL: It’s not obvious at all. 
JEAN: Well, it was.
LIONEL: Good.
JEAN: I wonder what happened to that letter.
LIONEL: What letter?
JEAN: You lose the thread of the conversation quickly these days, don’t you? The letter you wrote to me when you were posted to Korea.
LIONEL: The one you never received. 
JEAN: Yes. It was a physical pain not hearing from you.
LIONEL: It was worse for me, not hearing back.
JEAN: Oh, don’t let’s not make a competition out of it.
LIONEL: No. I suppose we thought we were the only two young people with broken hearts in the world.
JEAN: It was horrible.
LIONEL: If only you’d got the letter.
JEAN: If only I’d got the letter. I often wondered whether you’d been killed.
LIONEL: I was kicked by a mule.
JEAN: Yes, you told me.
LIONEL: Oh my god, I’m starting to repeat myself.
JEAN: No, not quite. You said you were nearly kicked by a mule.
LIONEL: Oh no, he did catch me. A sort of glancing blow.
JEAN: Was it an enemy mule.
LIONEL: No, one of ours.
JEAN: Oh, good.
LIONEL: There’s a little scar there somewhere.
JEAN: Really, where?
LIONEL: Oh, I don’t know. Somewhere there.
JEAN: I can’t see it.
LIONEL: Well, put your glasses on.
JEAN: Well it’s your war wound. You ought to know where it is.
LIONEL: There. Just there.
JEAN: Oh, yes.
LIONEL: That’s nice.
JEAN: It’s yesterday
LIONEL: I know, but it’s nice.
JEAN: It’s only me.
LIONEL: Hello.
JEAN: Hello.
JUDY: I was a threat. Goodnight mum, goodnight Lionel.
LIONEL: Goodnight.
JEAN: What did she mean?
LIONEL: Oh, nothing. 
JEAN: Judy. Judy.
JUDY: What?
JEAN: What do you mean, you were a threat?
JUDY: Oh, it was something Lionel said to me.
JEAN: Oh?
JUDY: We were talking about Alistair.
JEAN: Oh, look love, about Alistair.
JUDY: You don’t have to worry about him anymore. I was thinking about him at dinner tonight.
JEAN: While you were being a threat?
JUDY: And I suddenly got him in perspective. He’s nice enough, but, well it’s all just glitz really.
JEAN: Oh good.
JUDY: Whereas Lionel, he made me feel better about myself in two minutes tonight than someone like Alistair could do in two years.
JEAN: The wisdom of the ancients.
JUDY: He’s not ancient. I think he’s gorgeous.
LIONEL: Is everything all right?
JEAN: Everything’s fine, gorgeous. 
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