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who could cook the way you do.

I'm not a guy. I'm a girl.

Girl. I've gotta remember that.

Why don't you remember that,

for Pete's sake?

Wait a minute,

you're no mental genius yourself.

- Yeah, you forget, too.

- Well, nobody's perfect.

- He's right, fella.

- Not fella!

- Son of a gun!

- I'll get some wood for the fire.

Okay. We'll clean up.

Dishes, you guys. And take your time.

I'm gonna wait by the fire for Mike.

She's gonna wait by the fire for Mike.

- You wash and I'll dry.

- Okay.

- Or else you could wash and dry.

- Thanks.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You been looking for me?

- Matter of fact, I was.

- You from the FBI?

- No.

- The CIA?

- No.

The PTA?

Parent Teachers Association?

No. The Peeping Toms Association.

You've been following me,

I don't understand.

I don't mind,

but I don't know who you are.

My name is Diana St. Clair.

Well, you're the most gorgeous spy

I've ever seen.

Excuse me.

I seem to be bumping your binoculars.

Now, where were we?

Doesn't my name mean anything to you?

Diana? Sure.

You're the goddess of the hunt, right?

In a way. But haven't you read

any of my books?

- Your what?

- My books.

I wrote 10 Ways To Trap A Bachelor.

That was a bestseller for two years.

I think I missed it.

How about

The Mating Habits of the Single Male?

You wrote that?

- Did you read it?

- No, but I saw the movie.

- Why are you spying on me?

- For my new book.

The Sex Life of Mike McCoy?

Bet that would make an interesting movie.

Now, wait a minute, if you get any ideas...

I'm writing a book called

The Perfect American Male.

I've already done chapters

on the doctor, the lawyer...

the athlete, the businessman...

the white-collar worker,

the factory worker...

Now you're scraping

the bottom of the barrel.

- Right.

- Okay.

Why spy?

Let's make ourselves comfortable.

I'll tell you all about it.

- Boy, nothing like a fire.

- It's kind of romantic.

- A shame to waste it.

- What do you mean, waste it?

You know, if we had some girls here...

You know what I mean?

What am I, a hound dog?

I didn't mean that.

You know, Les, I was just...

How about that Mike?

Here we are in the middle of nowhere,

and he comes up with a girl.

Where you going?

- Where you going, buddy?

- I'm turning in.

Buddy, pal, guy, Louie, Norman.

I'm gonna join a girls' band.

This is Diana St. Clair,

the famous authoress.

- Hi.

- Hi there.

You remember her?

Didn't you write

Why, yes.

The Mating Habits of the Single Male?

- Yes, I did.

- That was a great book.

I saw the movie, and it was dirty.

It was an intellectual experience.

I was deeply moved.

I can't recall when a literary episode...

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