He threw all those parties hoping she'd wander in one night.
Are you going to the party? What's the hurry, didn't you get an invitation?
Oh, Mrs. Dalloway. Always giving parties to cover the silence.
— Oh, you... you find your drink?
— Yeah, it's a Z-Man rocks.
— A Z-Man rocks?
— Yeah.
— What's in it?
— Everything the Z-Man could get his hands on. On the rocks.
— Anyways, I'm picking you up at 8:00, and if you make any attempt not to go to the party, I will actually come and pick you up at 8:00. It's hot, right? I'll actually come and, like, physically pick you up. Come on! We can have hot banter, right?
— How am I even friends with you?
— I'm handsome, charming, and, mm... I saved you from drowning.
A caravanserai...of billionaire playboy publishers and their blond nurses. Heiresses comparing inheritances on Gatsby's beach. My boss, Walter Chase, losing money at the roulette tables. Gossip columnists alongside... gangsters and governors exchanging telephone numbers. Film stars... Broadway directors... morality protectors...high school defectors.