Rick Maxon:
What's up?
Silky Randall:
I just thought you'd like to know that Tory won't be with us for awhile. I'm sending her to Havana.
Rick Maxon:
She'll like it there.
[sips his drink]
Silky Randall:
That's what the travel folders say... but somehow I have an idea she prefers you to a... Cuban rumba.
Rick Maxon:
Silky, don't let your imagination run away with you. She's your girl... if you don't trust her, get rid of her.
Silky Randall:
It's a funny thing, Rick. Tory's like a high tension wire - once you grab on, you can't let go... even if you want to... and I don't want to. I like Tory. I like her a lot.
Rick Maxon:
Well, I hope you both will be very happy... but leave me out.
Silky Randall:
[quietly]
That's the way I'd like it too.
[pauses]
Silky Randall:
I'm gonna double your take if you make good in California.
Rick Maxon:
You're generous.
Silky Randall:
Very generous... but only with money.
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