"Why, I—I don't even know how to talk to a woman like you, madam. La-La girls have always been my pace."
"I know, Phonzie, and I—I ain't blaming you. A slick-looking fellow like you can skylark around as he pleases and don't need to have time for—the overworked, tired-out ones like me."
"Madam, I never dreamed—"
"Dreamed! Phonzie, I—I've got no shame if I tell you, but, God! how many nights I—I've lain right here on this couch dreaming of—of—"
"Well?"
"Of you and me, Phonzie, hitting it off together."
"Madam!"
Her head burrowed deeper in her arms, her voice muffed in their depth.
"Madam!"
"How many times I've dreamed, Phonzie. You and me, real partners in the business and—and in everything. Us in a little home together, one of the five-room flats down on the next floor, with a life-size kitchen and a life-size dining-room and—and a life-size—Aw, Phonzie, you—you'll think I'm crazy."