Grant
You mean nobody came to see them—except on passes. But The Sand Bar! That’s different! (With a tinge of sarcasm throughout.) You ought to have seen the way the mob at the National ate it up.
Jerry
I wanted to go but I couldn’t ask Mrs. Hale to take care of the baby again. Besides, I was anxious to read all the notices over quietly by myself and....
Grant
(Picking them up and glancing through them)
Great, aren’t they? Not a “roast” among them.
Jerry
Not one. I couldn’t find Arthur Black’s review: he was always so kind to your other plays, too.