Love Before Breakfast

Kay Colby:
Incidentally, what's happened to the Count? Where is he?

Scott Miller:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Kay Colby:
Where the woodbine twineth.

Scott Miller:
That's where the Count is.

Scott Miller:
Is this youngster annoying you?

Kay Colby:
Not at all.

Scott Miller:
Be a good Scout, sonny, and toddle back to your table.

Kay Colby:
I wish you'd stop interfering with my affairs.

Scott Miller:
Oh, I didn't know this was an affair.

Kay Colby:
Well, whatever it is, I can do without you nicely.

First College Boy:
Madam, is this old gentleman annoying you?

Kay Colby:
Yes. Very decidedly.

First College Boy:
So maybe you'd better totter back to your table.

Charles:
Mademoiselle! Where'd you get this blue eye?

Kay Colby:
I got the blue one from my mother's side of the family. The black one is a present from a gentleman who's crazy about me.

Charles:
Ah, c'est l'amour!

Kay Colby:
Mmm... What can you do about it?

Charles:
We fix it perfect. If Mademoiselle will sit, please.

Kay Colby:
Yeah.

Charles:
First of all, we put on the cold towel. Some astringent maybe. Then some raw beef. Just a small piece.

Kay Colby:
Put the whole cow on if it'll help any.

Scott Miller:
How do I look?

Kay Colby:
Like a street cleaner.

Scott Miller:
Come, come, come now. You can't win me with flattery.

Scott Miller:
I've come to take you to the ball.

Kay Colby:
Oh, you have? Well, I hope you can bear up on it, but I'm going with Stuart Farnum.

Scott Miller:
I'm sorry, but you're going with me.

Kay Colby:
I told you I was going with Stu.

Scott Miller:
Stu? How vulgar. Is that a name or a condition?

Kay Colby:
That's his name.

Scott Miller:
Strange. It's also his condition.

Kay Colby:
He's gonna take me if he has to go on a stretcher.

Mrs. Colby:
Scott! Hurry up with the cocktails! I need something to steady my hand.

Scott Miller:
Now that we're engaged, I hope we'll see each other occasionally.

Kay Colby:
Whatever is customary, Mr. Miller.

Scott Miller:
Well, Brinkie's off on one of his short stories again. Probably last an hour. He doesn't even know I left him. Still talking.

Mrs. Colby:
That's cruel, Scott.

Scott Miller:
He doesn't care. The other day while he was spinning his favorite yarn at the club his audience changed three times. He never knew the difference.

Kay Colby:
You're not planning on coming with me, by any chance?

Mrs. Colby:
Certainly not. I have better ways to spend my declining weekends, dear.

Bill Wadsworth:
Be kind of fun if they didn't show up, wouldn't it? Then we could be alone sort of.

Kay Colby:
What do you mean *sort of*?

Bill Wadsworth:
Oh! Be careful, honey. You'll take my cold.

Countess Campanella:
I'll take anything from you, darling. My mother used to say, "You'll never get poor from taking."

Mrs. Colby:
What kind of a costume is Stuart wearing?

Kay Colby:
I don't know. He said something about going as a fudge sundae.

Mrs. Colby:
How appealing.

Scott Miller:
Are you actually smiling?

Kay Colby:
No. I'm only giving my face a rest.

Kay Colby:
Have you ever been hit with a slot machine?