Doris [reading it]. It’s from my last fiancé. It says he didn’t mean to drink the perfume, but the label was off the bottle and he thought it was bay rum.
Fish. My God! Will you forgive him?
Jerry. Don’t worry, my boy. Bay rum or perfume, he killed her love with the first swallow. [He goes toward the door.] Good-by. I’ll try to find that letter for the lady here that needs it so bad.
Doris. Good-by—and thanks.
Fish. Let me open the door.
He opens the door. Jerry goes out. Doris and Fish stare at each other.
Doris. Isn’t he wonderful?
Fish. He’s a peach of a fella, but——
Doris. I know what you’re going to say; that you’ve seen him somewhere before.
Fish. I’m trying to think where. Maybe he’s been in the movies.