John Fleming:
Olga?
Olga Chekaloff:
Yes, sir?
John Fleming:
What do *you* think of Mr. Bellaire's play?
Olga Chekaloff:
Vell, it depends on how I feel. Sometimes I feel it ain't so bad and sometimes I feel it ain't so good. But I don't like to say.
John Fleming:
Speak up! What's wrong with it?
Olga Chekaloff:
Vell, since you asked me, he goes to her and he says, "Darling, vere utterly mad, you know." Den, she says, "All my life I been a slave. Fea-red, bound by convenchens." Convenchens? Who knows vhat dat means anyvay? It's ridiculous! In de first place, people don't talk like dat. And, in de second place - people don't talk like dat. Convenchens?
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