Doris:
[looking at the room]
My favorite color! Putty.
Harry Zimm:
What do you want, Doris?
Doris:
I miss Murray, Harry.
Harry Zimm:
Yeah, I miss him, too. Hell of a good writer, you know. I should know, I discovered him. Made him what he was.
Doris:
What he was, was a hack. He couldn't get a job writing for anybody but you. I'm being honest. He was a lousy writer, but he was a good husband. I just didn't know until it was too late.
Harry Zimm:
Yeah, well, twenty/twenty hindsight and all that. You know what they say.
Doris:
I hate being alone. The house is so quiet, so lonely. It needs a man's touch.
[opens her raincoat to show the lingerie she's wearing]
Harry Zimm:
Nice necklace, Doris.
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