My Man Godfrey1936

Godfrey:
Who are you?

Irene:
I'm Irene. That was my sister Cornelia you pushed in the ash pile.

Godfrey:
How'd you like to have me push Cornelia's sister into an ashpile?

Irene:
Oh, I don't think I'd like that.

Godfrey:
Then you'd better get out of here.

Irene:
You bet.

Godfrey:
Wait a minute. Sit down.

Irene:
I'm sitting.

Another bum:
What's up Duke? Need some help?

Godfrey:
No thanks boys. I've got everything under control. [To Irene] Are you a member of this hunting party?

Irene:
I was, but I'm not now. Are they all forgotten men too?

Godfrey:
Yes, I guess they are maybe. Why?

Irene:
It's the funniest thing. I couldn't help but laugh. I've wanted to do that ever since I was six years old...Cornelia thought she was going to win, and you pushed her in a pile of ashes. Ha! Ha! Ha!

Godfrey:
Do you think you could follow an intelligent conversation for just a moment?

Irene:
I'll try.

Godfrey:
That's fine. Do you mind telling me just what a scavenger hunt is?

Irene:
Well, a scavenger hunt is exactly like a treasure hunt, except in a treasure hunt you try to find something you want and in a scavenger hunt, you try to find something that nobody wants.

Godfrey:
Hmmm, like a forgotten man?

Irene:
That's right, and the one that wins gets a prize. Only there really isn't a prize. It's just the honor of winning, because all the money goes to charity, that is, if there's any money left over, but then there never is. You know I've decided I don't want to play any more games with human beings as objects. It's kind of sordid when you think of it, I mean, when you think it over.