Platinum Blonde

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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