Goldie
With monumental indifference.
My God, what’s the difference who marries a lyric writer?
She goes.
Maxie
As he looks her over.
Hello.
Lucille
Where’s everybody?
Maxie
Paul’s outside somewhere. I think he’s working.
Lucille
Has Eileen been here?
Maxie
She’s around.
Lucille
Thanks.
Maxie
All dressed up today.
Lucille
Not especially.
Maxie
You look like a bride yourself.
Eileen
Hello! I thought I saw you!