Mr. Andrews: Mr. Warne? Peter: Yeah. Mr. Andrews: Please sit down. Peter: Thanks. Mr. Andrews: I was surprised to get your note. My daughter hadn't told me anything about you, about your helping her. Peter: That's typical of your daughter. Take those things for granted. Why did you think I lugged her all the way from Miami - for the love of it? Mr. Andrews: She thinks you're entitled to anything you can get. Peter: Oh she does, eh? Now isn't that sweet of her. You don't, I suppose. Mr. Andrews: I don't know. I'll have to see on what you base your claim. I presume you feel justified - Peter: If I didn't, I wouldn't be here. [He pulls a list from his pocket] I've got it all itemized. Mr. Andrews: [Reading the list] 'Cash outlay, $8.60; topcoat, $15; suitcase, $7.50; hat, $4; three shirts, $4.50. Total, $39.60. All the above items had to be sold to buy gasoline.' Peter: And I sold some shorts and socks too. I'm throwing those in. Mr. Andrews: Yes, I know - Peter: What's the matter? Isn't it cheap enough? A trip like that would cost you a thousand dollars. Maybe more! Mr. Andrews: Now let me get this straight. You want $39.60 in addition to the $10,000? Peter: What $10,000? Mr. Andrews: The reward. Peter: Who said anything about a reward? Mr. Andrews: I'm afraid I'm a little bit confused. I assumed that you - Peter: Look, look, look, all I want is $39.60. And if you give me a check for it, I'll get outta this joint. It gives me the jitters. Mr. Andrews: You're a peculiar chap. Peter: Yeah, we'll go into that some other time. Mr. Andrews: The average man would go after the reward. All you seem to - Peter: Listen, did anybody ever make a sucker out of you? This is a matter of principle. Something you probably wouldn't understand. But when anybody takes me for a buggy ride, I don't like the idea of having to pay for the privilege. Mr. Andrews: Were you taken for a buggy ride? Peter: Yes. With all the trimming. So how about the check? Do I get it? Mr. Andrews: Certainly. Peter: Thanks. Mr. Andrews: [Smiling, he writes a check] Here you are. Peter: Thank you. Mr. Andrews: Oh, ah, do you mind if I ask you a question frankly? Do you love my daughter? Peter: Any guy that'd fall in love with your daughter ought to have his head examined. Mr. Andrews: That's an evasion. Peter: She picked herself a perfect running mate: King Westley! The pill of the century! What she needs is a guy that'd take a sock at her once a day - whether it is coming to her or not. If you had half the brains you're supposed to have, you'd have done it yourself long ago. Mr. Andrews: Do you love her? Peter: A normal human being couldn't live under the same roof with her without going nutty. She's my idea of nothing! Mr. Andrews: I asked you a simple question! Do you love her? Peter: [As he departs and slams the office door] Yes! But don't hold that against me. I'm a little screwy myself.

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