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GRAYSON:

But I keep telling you how difficult

it is, Mrs. Schuyler. The last

time I asked her for those letters,

she made very uncouth noises with

her mouth.

CAMERA PANS OVER TO SHOW

Anne Schuyler, trying desperately to keep from laughing.

CAMERA DRAWS BACK

To reveal a full shot of the room and group. They are in

the magnificent drawing room of the Schuyler home,

resembling the Union Depot and furnished with almost

imperial splendor and magnificence. They very much resemble

a jury in session. As they continue:

MICHAEL:

I don't know why you're making all

this fuss. I only sent her six of

them.

MRS. SCHUYLER

(sarcastic)

If you had to make a fool of

yourself, why didn't you tell it

to her instead of writing?

MICHAEL:

Because I couldn't get her on the

phone.

MRS. SCHUYLER

Imbecile!

ANNE:

You should have known better than

to write, Romeo. I found that out

a long time ago.

MRS. SCHUYLER

I should say you had. At the rate

you two are going, we'll have to

leave the country to save our faces.

ANNE:

Splendid, Mother. Let's hop over

to Monte Carlo. It's a great place

to save a face.

MRS. SCHUYLER

Oh, shut up!

A butler appears in the doorway. He is about to say

something, but he stammers and turns.

MRS. SCHUYLER

(stopping him)

What is it, Smythe?

SMYTHE:

Pardon me, madam - but what am I

to say to the newspapermen?

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