Jerry. A Fish store, eh?
The two women look at him harshly.
Charlotte [wriggling her shoulders with enjoyment]. Tell us more about him.
Doris. Well, he’s wonderful looking. And he dresses, well, not loud, you know, but just well. And when anybody speaks to him he goes sort of— [To express what Mr. Fish does when any one speaks to him, Doris turns her profile sharply to the audience, her chin up, her eyes half-closed in an expression of melancholy scorn.]
Charlotte. I know—like Rudolph Valentine.
Doris [witheringly—do you blame her?]. Valentino.
Jerry. What does it mean when he does that?
Doris. I don’t know, just sort of—sort of passion.
Jerry. Passion!
Doris. Emotion sort of. He’s very emotional. That’s one reason I didn’t like the last fella I was engaged to. He wasn’t very emotional. He was sort of an old cow most of the time. I’ve got to have somebody emotional. You remember that place in the Sheik where the fella says: “Must I play valet as well as lover?” That’s the sort of thing I like.