Miss Devine steps deliberately right around the side of the hedge almost into Adams's arms. He's white and lookin' much like he did the first day he blowed into Film City. The minute he sees her he straightens up.
"How long have you been here?" he clips out.
"I've heard—everything!" she says, lookin' him right in the eye.
Adams runs his hand through his hair, and pulls a look that went through me to the bone. I don't know how it hit Miss Devine.
"And all of this—this—your attitude toward me—the accident—was played to make a picture?" he says.
"Yes!" says Miss Devine. "All except this!" And I hope I never see another movie, if both her arms didn't go around his neck—right out loud in public, too! "All except this!" she repeats. "And, oh, Jack—this is real!!"
"I win a thousand bucks!" pants Duke, draggin' me away—De Vronde blew the minute she appeared on the scene—"I win a thousand bucks!" he says. "And the picture is gonna be a riot! If they was only a good camera man here now for that close up at the finish, eh? Still—I guess that would be too raw!" He looks back where Adams and Miss Devine is posin' for a picture of still life. "And she said this love stuff was the bunk!" he hollers. "Oh, boy!!!!"