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That's none

of your business.

Are you?

Likewise.

What a pity we had to fall in love

with the same girl.

Charming, isn't she?

Rather.

Nice eyes.

Of a sort.

Well, I guess

we're through.

Looks like it.

Curious to have a little bit of feminine fluff

breaking up our friendship.

Sad.

Quite a dilemma.

I wonder if she's worth it.

I wonder.

In fact, I doubt it.

There's only one thing

we know about her. She's full of deceit.

She's trying to hang it

on both of us.

We shouldn't let her get away with it.

She's a troublemaker.

We ought to put

our foot down.

Right. We mustn't

let her break it up.

I've been listening to your

half-witted dramas for 11 years.

And I've grown cockeyed looking at your

Humpty Dumpty pictures.

Do we give up all this

for a girl we met on a train?

Third class!

No woman's worth it.

Absolutely not.

No more clean shirts?

We ignore her, 50-50.

Fine.

Sacrifice helps an artist.

Exactly.

The sorrows of life

are the joys of art.

I don't think we ought

to discuss her anymore.

Right.

If the occasin arises which requires our

mentioning her at all,

we'll refer to her

as, uh, Miss Farrell.

It'll make the whole thing

more impersonal.

Exactly.

Say, George,

did... did you really sell

my suitcase?

Yeah.

Okay.

Telephone?

Uh-uh.

Answer it if you wish.

Go ahead. I... I... I trust you.

Thanks.

Hello. Yes?

Oh, uh, just a second.

It's, uh, it's Miss Farrell.

What do you want, Gilda?

I beg your pardon.

I see. Uh, I see.

Well, just a second, please.

She wants to

come up tomorrow.

Tell her absolutely no.

Okay.

Uh, well...

Uh, hold the wire.

Miss Farrell's

a little late.

Hardly matters.

I think

we ought to be polite.

I'm going to assume

a very nonchalant attitude.

Don't forget. Nonchalant.

How do you do?

How do you do?

How do you do?

How do you do?

How do you do?

Tommy, you're such a child.

I'm so nervous.

Couldn't we all be

a little bit more nonchalant?

I came here

to make a confessin,

a confessin hard to make

at 11:
00 in the morning.

George.

Yes, please?

Sit down here.

Shall I leave the room?

No, please.

George, dear George.

When I let you make love to me yesterday,

I didn't tell you something.

I didn't tell you that the day before,

Tom and I had...

Did he tell you?

No.

Thank you, Tommy.

Very welcome.

George, promise me you won't start

smashing furniture.

I'm more than fond of Tommy.

I'm sorry, old man.

Quite all right.

Thank you.

Okay!

But...

Tom, when we were in the park,

do you remember?

Very well.

I didn't tell you.

That morning I made a date

with George

for the next evening

in my house,

and I didn't call it off.

And I want to be truthful...

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