Alfred Eaton:
Incidentally, just where did you wear that little number until 2:00 this morning?
Mary St. John:
I wore this little number to the Mona Lisa.
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She takes his champagne glass that he had been drinking from]
Mary St. John:
Would you unzip me in the back, please?
Alfred Eaton:
I thought Sage didn't like that place anymore.
Mary St. John:
Oh, Sage wasn't along. She stayed home with a bad tooth or something.
Alfred Eaton:
What, just you and her husband?
Mary St. John:
Just little old us.
Alfred Eaton:
Can't you do any better than that?
Mary St. John:
As a matter of fact, I could have, but unfortunately he had another date, with the Dingham Report.
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