Sam Morley:
Look at these bills! Every restaurant and cafe in New York. Champagne! Caviar!
Barry Holmes:
I get strange whims. Maybe it has something to do with my suddenly becoming 'a father.'
Sam Morley:
Look at these bills for flowers. Where do you two go? Funerals?
Barry Holmes:
Look, Sam. You laid out the whole campaign. She has to be courted... pursued.
Sam Morley:
Barry, I don't like this!
Barry Holmes:
Why not? It's working like a dream. Baxter's attorneys are drawing up the contracts.
Sam Morley:
And then what?
Barry Holmes:
Then what what?
Sam Morley:
You know very well what...
Barry Holmes:
What?
Sam Morley:
...What. You and Patsy, that's what.
Barry Holmes:
Oh, you're jealous.
Sam Morley:
Jealous? Heh. That's ridiculous.
Barry Holmes:
Yeah, of course.
Sam Morley:
Why the whole scheme was my idea!
Barry Holmes:
Exactly. Baxter calls up twice a day to check on me. If I stop courting her now, we'll really be in the soup.
Sam Morley:
[pause]
Well, uh, keep up the good work.
Barry Holmes:
You can count on me, chief.
Sam Morley:
Are you, uh, gonna take her out tonight?
Barry Holmes:
I thought I'd better, don't you?
Sam Morley:
Oh, sure, sure. Uh, where do you plan on going?
Barry Holmes:
Oh, I thought El Morocco.
Sam Morley:
El Morocco, eh? Well, have fun.
Barry Holmes:
Thanks, chief.
[Morley leaves and Barry buzzes his secretary]
Barry Holmes:
Cancel my table at El Morocco and get me one at the Caravan, won't you?
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