The Church Mouse

Dictograph Salesman:
Testing 1934 Model Dictograph.

Miss Sylvia James:
Lovely.

Johnathan Steele:
[Sniff, sniff] The oder in my office, what is it?

Miss Sylvia James:
It's my new perfume. It's called Come Up And See Me Sometime.

Johnathan Steele:
Take a note. Future, all employees, couldn't use perfume during office hours. No cosmetics in the office.

Johnathan Steele:
I do everything rapidly.

Miss Sylvia James:
Oh, Mr. Steele. Ha-ha-ha.

Johnathan Steele:
I pay you to be fast, as well.

Johnathan Steele:
Make a note that I may not be in for breakfast. I feel the humor for a little relaxation.

Mr. 'Pinky' Wormwood:
Relaxation. Yes sir. Is there anything else, Mr. Steele?

Johnathan Steele:
Yes. Go out and enjoy yourself. Have a good time. Charge it all on me.

Mr. 'Pinky' Wormwood:
Thank you very much in deed. Oh-oh, sir, before I go, sir, may I ask you to make a note of my name, please sir? Pinky.

Johnathan Steele:
Pinky? What on earth are you talking about?

Mr. 'Pinky' Wormwood:
Yes sir, that's my whoopie name, sir. Pinky for Paris. In Paris, I'm Pinky, sir.

Miss Sylvia James:
Now, look, you've got a grand little figure. Its no use to you, because you don't know what to do with it.

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
I don't know what he sees in you?

Miss Sylvia James:
You don't? Well, I'll tell you. He sees a woman who's warm and human. One who's skin is soft and perfumed. One who isn't afraid to let herself go. A woman who understands his little weaknesses.

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
He hasn't any weaknesses.

Miss Sylvia James:
Ha-ha-ha. As if you knew. Don't you think his fingers tingle when they touch mine? Don't you suppose he grows dizzy every time he inhales my perfume?

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
He did remember your perfume.

Miss Sylvia James:
Do you think his heart doesn't beat faster every time I lean against him, accidentally?

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
Accidentally?

Miss Sylvia James:
Accidentally, on purpose. And how men love it! You see, it's like this, you turn around, slowly, you touch his one breast and in seconds you pull away and say, naively, I beg your pardon. He murmurs something.

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
What?

Miss Sylvia James:
The air's charged with electricity! He struggles for self control and just as he almost has it, you start all over again. His arms ache to hold you! They steal around you. But, you're clever. You say, Oh no, you mustn't.

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
And then he stops.

Miss Sylvia James:
Stops? Of course he doesn't stop, he goes on! He pulls you tighter. You struggle, but, not too much. He murmurs, incoherently.

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
What does he say?

Miss Sylvia James:
Oh, doesn't matter, you don't care. His arms tighten around you. Your brains in a whirl... his eyes burn into yours. His mouth comes closer! You're quite limp. You can't resist him now. Your eyelashes flutter down, you don't see him, you're only conscious of the wonderful strength of his embrace.

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
And then?

Miss Sylvia James:
And then he kisses you.

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
And then?

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
Oh, I feel so ashamed.

Johnathan Steele:
Why should you feel ashamed? You haven't done anything wrong?

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
Yes, I have. It's all my fault.

Johnathan Steele:
Your fault? You mean, because I made love to you?

Betty 'Miss Church Mouse' Miller:
Yes.

Sir Oswald Bottomley:
Is this a new way of dictating?

Johnathan Steele:
Of course not. Betty and I were just, a, playing a new game.

Sir Oswald Bottomley:
Ha-ha. I understand. The oldest game in the world. Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha.