The Women1939

Sylvia Fowler:
[Holding up a bottle of Summer Rain perfume] A friend of ours, Mrs. Stephen Haines, simply dotes on this.

Crystal Allen:
Really!

Sylvia Fowler:
Her husband picked it out for her. Perhaps you sold it to him. Stephen Haines, the engineer?

Crystal Allen:
Oh, I'm afraid I don't remember. You see, we have so many men come in here.

Sylvia Fowler:
Awfully good-looking. Tall, fair, distinguished. I'm sure you wouldn't overlook him.

Crystal Allen:
I'm sorry, but when one's mind is on one's own business...

Sylvia Fowler:
Of course. And, as you say, you have so many men.