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Just what is our trouble? That's what I want to know.
Our trouble is Miss Damien.
Miss Damien again?
But this time there's a lot more involved
than just her opinion.
Come in, Miss Damien. We were just ripping you
up the back a little bit.
So I gathered.
Nothing personal. It's about Mr. Courtland.
Courtland? Oh, yes, he runs a jewelry store.
He owns Cortland and Company.
London, Paris, Fifth Avenue.
on Mr. Courtland's famous jewels.
it's a press agent's dream.
I haven't said anything, Miss Damien.
I had a talk with Courtland.
I'm not interested in Courtland.
to advertisers' blackmail, I'd like to know about it.
Now, please, Miss Damien.
If that's the policy, Mr. Kranish,
Please, Miss Damien, just a moment.
Gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'll talk to you later.
You can't blame us for trying.
No, of course not. No harm done, gentlemen.
Come sit down.
I'll get you a drink.
No, thanks, I don't want one.
Threatening to quit in order to win an argument.
I'd just as soon quit. I mean it.
Now tell me, what's happened? You're all wound up.
What's bothering you?
Oh, nothing's bothering me.
You know I don't want you to quit.
I won't go to my personal feelings,
but you are the best art editor I've ever had.
How's the insomnia?
Red ones this time.
Red pills to put you to sleep.
White ones to keep you up.
It doesn't sound very sensible, my dear.
What are you doing this evening?
Dining with Freddie Fancher.
Oh, Freddie again.
I couldn't get out of it, Victor.
But it'll be the last time, I promise.
Madeleine, you're a bundle of lies.
I'm trying to be honest,
but you won't believe me, will you?
No, my dear.
Why do you have to go back to that bore,
You haven't even given me a chance
to make love to you.
You've been doing all right.
You know something?
It's awfully hard to make love to a woman
trying to give me the brushoff, are you?
Finally we understand each other.
Well, there you are, Freddie.
There's your girl and no bones broken.
I'll see you at the office, Madeleine.
Nobody's asking you.
Why do you have to dance with that polliwog?
Look, I told you not to drink.
Oh, am I that hard to take sober?
You're a voluptuous pain in the neck.
I'm going home.
You're not gonna walk out on me.
Come on, be yourself.
I'm mad about you, in my own foul way.
Good night, Freddie.
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