Johnny Cabot:
Hey, what you got under there?
Nancy Wilson:
What do you mean?
Johnny Cabot:
Look, honey, I ain't married to you. Maybe Bank Presidents don't mind their women lookin' like that, but, I do. Now, you take all that junk off. Remove the artillery.
[starts removing her hair pins and curlers]
Johnny Cabot:
You wouldn't want to make the front pages lookin' like that, would you?
Nancy Wilson:
What front pages? What are you talking about?
Johnny Cabot:
Probably all of 'em. You know, this is the kind of stuff that sells papers. Now, you finish the job and hurry up, cause I ain't got all day. And *you* - you ain't got hardly - no - time - at all.
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