_But_ (_and he thumps the table with great
emphasis_) but there's one thing understood--I'm going to paint
_masterpieces_!
UNCLE RICHARD
Of course you are, my boy, of course you are! In fact, I always _knew_ you
would, Richard!
THE INCOMPATIBLES
_A corner table in a Broadway restaurant, at evening. Between the man and
woman who have just taken seats is a bouquet of red roses._
MARIAN
No, I don't want any oysters or clams. I ate enough sea food in Atlantic
City to last a season. I want some--Oh, what gorgeous flowers! Umm! I love
the smell of roses! Especially out of season. Why, the other tables
haven't any! Fred, did you--?
FRED
Sure I did, Marian. I knew you'd like 'em.
MARIAN
I do. But you mustn't be a silly boy any longer, Fred!
FRED
I will, too. It isn't silly, to give _you_ flowers.
MARIAN
That's all right, Fred. Goodness knows I like the flowers. But I'm not a
young idiot who expects her honeymoon to last forever. I've had one
experience, you know.
FRED
Yes, but you mustn't judge all men by _him_.
MARIAN
I don't.
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