"Here, you little Black Curls, sit next to me, and you, Blondey, over there by my brother-in-law."
"What'll you have, girls?"
"Anchovies and fine-chopped onions for mine. Tell 'em in the kitchen, waiter, I said fine, and if the gentlemen are going to order wine, bring me a plate of oyster crackers first to take off the edge of my emptiness."
"Sure, another bottle of wine, waiter."
"Hermie, we—"
"And you, little Jingle Bells, same as Blondey's order?"
"Yeh."
"Say, you know what?"
"No. What?"
"I fell for those bouncing black curls of yours before I was in the place five minutes."