Vicky Lowndes:
[In the guest bedroom where both men are to sleep this night]
I just thought I'd see if you were all right.
Bill Cardew:
I don't feel very good.
Vicky Lowndes:
No? What's the matter?
Bill Cardew:
Fever, I guess. Deadly tropical fever.
Vicky Lowndes:
Your forehead isn't hot.
Bill Cardew:
Don't take your hand away.
Vicky Lowndes:
Get some aspirin from the cabinet, will you, Henry?
Henry Lowndes:
Let him get his own aspirin. I don't feel any too well myself.
Vicky Lowndes:
Really, dear?
Henry Lowndes:
No.
Vicky Lowndes:
Stick out your tongue.
Henry Lowndes:
What's my tongue got to do with it? You held his head.
Vicky Lowndes:
Let me see your tongue. You know your stomach always goes bad first.
Bill Cardew:
[Looks at Henry sticking out his tongue]
I'd be sick if I had that in my mouth.
Vicky Lowndes:
You're all right. Did you brush your teeth?
Henry Lowndes:
Ask him if he brushed his.
Bill Cardew:
Can I help it if somebody gave my toothbrush to a tramp?
Henry Lowndes:
The tramp wouldn't take it.
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