Night Editor

Jill Merrill:
I don't need you, I can buy and sell you.I don't know why I bother seeing you.

Tony Cochrane:
You don't know why? I'll tell you. You're rotten through and through.Like something they serve at the Ritz,only its been laying out in the sun too long.

Jill Merrill:
That's right, Tony, you're not my kind. The clean cut type.Little tootsie-wootsie loves her great big stupid peasant.

Tony Cochrane:
Yeah, for all your dough, like a ton of bricks!

Jill Merrill:
How picturesque. And you were totally unresponsive?

Tony Cochrane:
You're like a sickness. I was sick!

Jill Merrill:
No, Tony it was a fever!

Tony Cochrane:
Its a nightmare! With convulsions!