Carl Denham:
Oh! Ann, this is... uh... Ann?
Ann Darrow:
That's all right Mr. Denham. I know who this is. Thrilled to meet you. It's an honor to be a part of this.
[shakes hands with Mike]
Mike:
[confused]
Gee, thanks.
Ann Darrow:
Actually, I'm quite familiar with your work.
Mike:
[very confused]
Really?
Ann Darrow:
Yes, and what I most admire is the way you've captured the voice of the common people.
Mike:
[smiling now]
Well, uh, that's my job.
Ann Darrow:
I'm sure you've heard this before, Mr. Driscoll, if you don't mind me saying, but, you don't look at all like your photograph.
[Jack Driscoll looks over]
Mike:
[smile disappears]
I'm sorry...
Carl Denham:
Wait a minute, Ann.
Ann Darrow:
[to Carl]
He's so much younger in person. And much better looking.
Carl Denham:
[as Jack approaches Ann from behind]
Ann, stop. Stop right there.
Ann Darrow:
[to Mike again]
You see. I was just afraid that you might be one of those self-obsessed, literary types.
Mike:
I'm sorry. I'm not...
Ann Darrow:
You know, the tweedy twerp with his nose in his book and his head up his a...
[Jack snaps his book shut just behind her head. She turns around]
Jack Driscoll:
It's nice to meet you too, Miss Darrow.
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