Sylvia Fowler:
Well, heaven be praised, I'm on to my husband, I wouldn't trust him on Alcatraz, the mouse.
Peggy Day:
Sylvia, you oughtn't talk about him like that! Why, I think it's disloyal!
Sylvia Fowler:
Oh now, listen Peggy, do we know how the men talk about us when we're not around?
Nancy Blake:
I've heard rumours.
Sylvia Fowler:
Exactly... And uh... While we're on the subject, have either of you wondered whether the master of this maison might not be straying?
Nancy Blake:
I haven't.
Sylvia Fowler:
Well, for all you know Mary Haines may be living in a fool's paradise.
Nancy Blake:
You're so resourceful darling. I ought to go to you for plots.
Sylvia Fowler:
You ought to go to *someone*.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:09