Harry Patterson:
[sees Helen walking into the library]
Oh, boy, how you don't fit in here!
Helen Melohn:
[to Emily]
A friend of yours?
Emily Sears:
No!
Helen Melohn:
Why don't I fit in here?
Harry Patterson:
In this graveyard? Why, you're a lark. There's a song in your eyes and they're lit with livin'.
Helen Melohn:
Mister!
Harry Patterson:
Everybody dyin' on the vine and - wham-bo - in comes the grapes!
Emily Sears:
Shh!
Harry Patterson:
Shh! Shh!
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