Lucia Corlane:
Your father's a darling.
Rusty Cammeron:
I'm his only son. You look so wonderful it's silly to ask, how are you?
Lucia Corlane:
I'm very well; I'm also a customer.
Rusty Cammeron:
Oh, well I'm rather disappointed.
Lucia Corlane:
You mean you don't want to sell anything?
Rusty Cammeron:
Well, no. When I look at you, I don't think of business; that is, well, if I had a store, I would give you anything and - Well, I do have a store and - Here.
[goes behind the counter and takes a camera down from the shelf]
Rusty Cammeron:
Take that as a souvenir, I was going to throw it away anyhow.
Lucia Corlane:
Thank you, but I couldn't. I would like to buy a gift for a friend, say something around $200.
Rusty Cammeron:
Well, this camera with the carrying case and some film will run around $200.
Lucia Corlane:
Fine, I'll take them.
Rusty Cammeron:
Mm-hm, pardon me.
[Rusty turns his head, sneezes]
Lucia Corlane:
What are you taking for that cold?
Rusty Cammeron:
Make me an offer - I mean nothing, it's nothing at all. It's slight.
Lucia Corlane:
Well, as soon as you've finished wrapping this, I'm taking you right down to my doctor.
Rusty Cammeron:
Well, I'd rather not. You see, he might cure me, and then I'd never see you again. Why don't we go to my doctor, he's not too good, heh.
Lucia Corlane:
Bundle up, and I'll drive you right down.
Rusty Cammeron:
I'll wrap this for you.
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