:17:33
Well, that's fine.
Two months we know each other,
:17:37
You're already so bored, you fall
asleep before I get here.
:17:41
When you're not here, all I can do
is dream about you, Myra.
:17:45
You stink. I hate you.
:17:48
The twins seem to be very restless.
Maybe we oughta put them to bed?
:17:53
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna smother you.
:17:58
Death, where is thy sting?
:18:06
You smell good, Myra.
Like a bitch in a hothouse.
:18:10
Darling! What a beautiful thing
to say!
:18:16
Maybe you don't smell so good.
-I do, too. You just said so.
:18:20
It could be your clothes.
:18:24
It's me.
:18:26
Do I have to prove it?
- Naturally.
:18:37
What?
:18:39
Sims here, Mr. Dillon.
:18:44
Sure, Mr. Sims. What can I
do for you?
:18:47
A visitor, Mr. Dillon.
A very attractive young lady.
:18:53
She says she's your mother.
:18:59
Send her up.