— She likes the column.
— I told you. But Ryan, dear, do yourself a favor, misspell a word now and then. Cindy always did.
— How did you know?
— Sure. Gorgeous, therefore stupid. Why am I always a stereotype?
— Why didn't you tell page?
— I have a feeling about you. One more word of advice, though. This isn't a game. People might actually read this drivel. Some folks have nowhere else to turn. So if you're gonna do it, do it for real. Don't be a man, be human.
Couldn't keep away, could you? Must be that bad girl vibe I give off... pheromones and poligrip!
— Oh! Mr. Turner. Come in.
— Someone's excited to see me?
— Hell... that always happens when I wear a rayon blouse with no bra. Color me embarrassed.
— I am very pleased with cindy's performance. I guess this illness has had a profound effect on her after all. Or... you have.
— Thank you.
— Anyway... I have something for you. It's the first paycheck that Cindy actually deserves.
— Forgot all about that. That's great. You look nice today.
— Thank you. But may I remind you, you've been around a sick woman?
— No, you have a definite glow.
— If you're not taking him, I will.
— Iris, what are you babbling about?
— He obviously wants one of us.
— He has a girlfriend.
— What the hell. She'll be dead soon, anyway.
— Iris!
— The sexy turquoise one with the spaghetti straps, honey.
— No, I was looking for today's galleys.
— Right there on your desk.
— I see. Thank you. Not the navy suit?
— You usually sneak out of bed and leave a woman in the middle of the night?
— I'm sorry. But last night I came up with an idea that could save your paper.
— How?
— Beating Simpson at his own game. If I can get 200 grand, I can turn it into millions. I borrowed 50. How much do you have?
— She has nothing.
— Less than nothing. If you count interest.
— Damn it. where am I going to get my hands on 150 grand?
— Here's my checkbook.
— Iris, no. I don't want your money.
— You have 150 grand?
— In one of my accounts.
— She's loaded.
— I'm a great housekeeper. Three divorces... I kept every house.
— She just works here for fun.
— Or until I find my next husband.
— Iris, I'll pay you back.
— Oh, I don't want it back. I just want a piece. I want part ownership of whatever he has planned, or I'll cash all my paychecks, and break you.
— I couldn't think of a better partner.
— Oh, no! It's painfully clear that you've been using me — to get to her.
— And you mapped out a very direct route.
— But... I have, it seems, found consolation in the arms of another man. A younger man!
— Whoever he is, he's a lucky man, too.
