I'm a girl. I'm a girl. I wish I were dead. I'm a girl... I'm a girl... I'm a girl...
— It's Shell Oil.
— No!
— Yes!
— He wants to have supper with me on his yacht. He's picking me up at the pier.
— No!
— Yes.
— You heard her — yes.
— Josephine, just imagine. Me, Sugar Kowalczyk from Sandusky, Ohio, on a millionaire's yacht. If my mother could only see me now.
— I hope my mother never finds out.
— Like fallin' into a tub of butter.
— Watch it, Daphne.
— When I was a kid, Joe, I dreamed I was locked up overnight in a pastry shop. And there was goodies all around. Jelly rolls, mocha eclairs and Boston cream pie and cherry tarts...
— Listen to me: no butter, no pastry. We're on a diet.
— Which of these instruments do you play?
— Bow fiddle.
— Oh, fascinating! Do you use a bow or do you just pluck it?
— Most of the time, I slap it!
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