Fred
Well, you see, we just—it’s only business, and there hasn’t nothing like that come up.
Edna
What’s she like, Fred?
Fred
I don’t know. She—
Edna
Hard at work.
A girl like she has probably got lots of beautiful clothes. She probably makes little me look like nothing.
Fred
That part don’t matter. It wouldn’t make no difference to me if she had all the clothes in the world. Or if she was bare, either.
Edna
Is she—very pretty?
Fred
Yah, she—I hardly ever noticed if she was pretty or not.
Edna
What’s her name?
Fred
Miss Fletcher.
Edna
I mean her first name.
Fred
I think they call her Eileen.