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Stanley: phone going all the time, messenger boys running in and out
Pardon me mrs Stanley have the cigarettes come yet?
Mrs stanley: they’re on their way miss cutlet my sone went for them
Miss cutler and thank you.
Mrs stanley: this is miss cutler, mr whitesides secretary’s
How do you do? May I move this chair?
Mrs Stanley: you mean he’s coming out now?
He is indeed
WS: Maggie, will you take forty years below the navel or whatever it’s called?
Well I must say you certainly have behaved with all of your accustomed grace and charm.
WS: I now find myself after two weeks of wracking pain, accused of behaving without charm. What would you have me do? Kiss them?
Very well sherry. After 10 years I should’ve known better then to try to do anything about your manners. But when I finally give up this job I may write a book about it all: through the years with Prince Charming
WS: For god sakes, what was that?
That was Mr. Stanley’s sister Harriet. I’ve talked to her a few times she’s quite strange.
WS: You know, I’ve seen that face before somewhere
Nonsense you couldn’t have.
WS: I see no reason why I should endorse maiden form brassieres
Here are some telegrams
WS: what date is this?
December 10th
WS: …Dr. Alexis Carrel with Halle Selassie on short wave from England Whiteside.
Are you sure you’ll be all right by Christmas Sherry?
WS: Arturo Toscanini, where is he?
I’ll find him
WS: if that’s for Mrs. Stanley, tell them she’s too drunk to talk
Hello? What? Hollywood?
WS: If it’s Goldwin, hang up
Hello banjo!
WS: banjo! Give me that phone!
Banjo, you old so-and-so. How are you darling?
WS: come on, give me that.
Shut up Sherry. Are you going east banjo? I miss you. Oh, he’s going to live.
WS: stop dribbling and give me the phone
In fact, he screaming at me right now, here he is.
WS: banjo. I will never play garbage with you again.
What’s all this about his having his portrait painted?
WS: now, where were we?
Here’s a cable from that, dear friend of yours, Lorraine Sheldon.
WS: let me see it
Sherry my poor, sweet, lamb. Been in Scotland on a shooting party with the Lord and Lady Cunard and only just heard of your poor, sweet hip. Am down here in Surrey with Lord Bottomley. Sailing Wednesday on the Normandie, and cannot wait to see my poor, sweet, Sherry, your blossom girl, Lorraine. In the words of the master, I may vomit.
WS: don’t be bitter puss just because Lorraine is more beautiful than you are
Lorraine Sheldon is a very fine example of that small but vicious circle you move in
WS: pure, sex jealousy if I ever saw it, give me the rest of those
Lorraine Sheldon, Lord Bottomly, my aunt Fanny
WS: oh, it’s from Destinys tot!
Oh, England’s little rover boy?
WS: …let’s face it Oscar Wilde.
He does travel doesn’t he? You know it would be nice if the world went around Beverly Carlton for a change.