Stage Door1937

Jean:
[after watching Terry's trunks being delivered] When does your baggage get here?

Terry:
I'm expecting the bulk of it in the morning.

Jean:
We could leave the trunks here and sleep in the hall. There's no use crowding the trunks.

Terry:
I don't know what we're going to do when the wolfhounds arrive. I hope you don't mind animals.

Jean:
Oh, not at all. I've roomed with a great many of them before.

Terry:
Yes, I can see that.

Jean:
[after smelling Terry's ermine wrap] Fresh kill?

Terry:
Yes, I trapped them myself.

Jean:
Do you mind if I ask a personal question?

Terry:
Another one?

Jean:
Are these trunks full of bodies?

Terry:
[pointing to two of the trunks] Just those, but I don't intend to unpack them.

Jean:
Well, I was just thinking if the room got too crowded, we could live in the trunks.

Terry:
Yes, that's a good idea. You don't mind helping me unpack. Oh, I beg your pardon, you're not the maid, are you? [Terry drapes unpacked articles of clothing over Jean's arm]

Jean:
Oh, that's quite all right. What a lovely dress! Whipped up at home by loving hands.

Terry:
Every stitch.

Jean:
Do you cook too?

Terry:
Nothing fancy. Just plain home-cooking.

Jean:
I'll bet you could boil a terrific pan of water.

Terry:
I see that in addition to your other charms, you have that insolence generated by an inferior upbringing.

Jean:
Hmm. Fancy clothes, fancy language and everything.

Terry:
Unfortunately, I learned to speak English correctly.

Jean:
That won't be of much use to you here - we all speak pig Latin.

Terry:
And I use the right knife and fork. I hope you don't mind.

Jean:
All you need's the knife.