Dr. Tuttle:
Ah Christine, this miserable weather and all... did, did you put the whiskey out?
Christine:
I knew you were coming, didn't I?
Dr. Tuttle:
Oh, good, good!
[he walks to the bar]
Charles Pennington:
Christine, I must compliment you.
Christine:
Me?
Charles Pennington:
Yes. I feel if you were polished, thoroughly polished mind you, you'd be a rough diamond.
[he then turns and follows the doctor to the bar]
Christine:
[Christine at first has a happy expression on her face, then the expression slowly turns into a scowl]
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