VANDERLIP
It's ten after twelve.
(Looks anxiously at door to right.)
Gee! I hate to go without having a crack at that Cupid's stew.
(He looks at Freda. She is gazing at him absently, apparently lost in meditation over him.)
Well?
It's ten after twelve.
(Looks anxiously at door to right.)
Gee! I hate to go without having a crack at that Cupid's stew.
(He looks at Freda. She is gazing at him absently, apparently lost in meditation over him.)
Well?