Kitty Foyle Page #5

Go ahead, what about it?

Don't be afraid.

I was just thinking...

...how your voice sounds

on the Dictaphone.

Do you know who it sounds like?

- No, who?

- Ronald Coleman.

Really?

- I played it over again, and it's lovely.

- That's funny.

So different from what it is actually.

Do you really think it's true,

Miss Foyle...

...that my voice sounds

rather like that of Mr. Coleman?

- Hello, everybody.

- Hello, Jean.

- Who's winning?

- Just started.

Oh, Miss Bala,

did you bring in your copy?

Copy? Copy of what?

Your article on the Wheeler wedding.

We're ready to go to press.

Oh, that. You know,

I never got to the wedding.

I got mixed up

at a cocktail party...

...and then went on

to Bellevue-Stratford...

...and that was a simply

crashing bore, really.

Miss Foyle, why don't you make Wyn

throw some kind of party here?

A sort of housewarming,

something like that?

Sounds like a crashing good idea.

I would just like to say that I'm sorry.

I was fresh just now.

I didn't notice it.

Well, I was, and I'm sorry.

Judas Priest. Why don't you kick those

snake-brained friends of yours out...

...and give yourself a chance?

They're pretty aggravating, I know...

...but they do the stuff

we've got to have.

Yeah, well, it's none of my business,

I know...

...but, well, I'd just like you to know

that I'm in your corner, that's all.

Thank you, Miss Foyle.

It's encouraging to find someone here

who's taking this thing seriously.

Would you like me

to run that record off for you?

Oh, no. I was just fiddling with it...

...figuring how it worked.

- Oh, it's simple.

Really, don't you think

you'd better pop out to lunch?

- Miss Foyle, there's no need...

- See, you push that...

Do you really think it's true,

Miss Foyle...

...that my voice sounds

rather like that of Mr. Coleman?

Ah, Shangri-la, Miss Foyle.

Foyle, Foyle, boil in oil.

Roses are red, violets are blue...

...Miss Foyle has nice legs, I love you.

- Is that all?

- And I'll thank you, Miss Foyle...

...not to sit with your legs crossed

during conferences.

We have difficulties enough

getting this magazine out...

...without such

demoralizing exhibitions.

I think I'd better go to lunch after all.

- Wait a minute, let me explain.

- Wyn, Wyn, boil in gin.

I'm terribly sorry, really.

I didn't intend... I mean...

Well, I was testing, like on the radio.

I never thought of what I was saying.

- Do you mind letting me out, please?

- No.

Not until I've made you understand.

Well, it was like...

Like automatic writing.

People go into trances,

don't know what they're saying.

It just comes out.

Whole books sometimes.

- That's the way it was.

- It's very amusing.

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