Eileen
I’m through arguing with you. You’re hopeless.
Lucille
You’d better be thinking about Mr.Mr. Hart. You may be as bad off as I am.
Eileen
Don’t you worry about me! If he wasn’t crazy about me, why would he be so insanely jealous? He’s insanely jealous!
Lucille
Has he ever said anything halfway definite? About marrying, I mean?
Eileen
Not in words, exactly.
Lucille
What did he say it in?
Eileen
He must be thinking of it. He doesn’t ever go out with anybody else.
Lucille
Trying to recall what Eileen had said.
How long’s he going to be gone this time—three weeks?
Eileen
Yeah—about. He’s got to go to Chicago, and—a lot of places.
Lucille
What are you going to do with yourself all that time—just sit around?