The Velvet Touch

Valerie Stanton:
Gordon's the perfect host. He wants to make you feel at home... and wishes you were.

Valerie Stanton:
You'd better have some food. You're going to need all your strength to answer my questions.

Mr. Crouch:
Oh, thank you, but I'm on the nine-day diet.

Valerie Stanton:
Oh, are you? What day is this?

Mr. Crouch:
Wednesday.

Michael Morrell:
One of the basic rules of chess is that the king rarely moves.

Valerie Stanton:
That's why so few women play it.

Marian Webster:
Where did you get your luck, Valerie? Or does God pity the wicked?

Marian Webster:
The trouble with her is that she's here today and here tomorrow.

Jeff Trent:
Now don't do anything until I've said you've done it.

Valerie Stanton:
How could I?

Jeff Trent:
I'll give you the lead in tomorrow's column.

Marian Webster:
Thanks, I'll settle for a drink.

Valerie Stanton:
No! No she didn't! Marian didn't kill herself!

Valerie Stanton:
No choice?

Michael Morrell:
I told you. With me you take everything on faith.

Valerie Stanton:
I've already told him!

Gordon Dunning:
But not what I'll tell him! I'll tell him things that'll make want to wash his hands every time he touches you! And what I don't know I'll invent! I think I'll go now, while I'm in the mood.

Michael Morrell:
Do you mind not calling me 'darling?' You toss affection around as though it were in mass production.

Valerie Stanton:
And you prefer individual attention?

Michael Morrell:
Yes