Uncle Richard
Of course you are, my boy, of course you are! In fact, I always knew you would, Richard!
THE INCOMPATIBLES
A corner table in a Broadway restaurant, at evening. Between the man and woman who have just taken seats is a bouquet of red roses.
Marian
No, I don't want any oysters or clams. I ate enough sea food in Atlantic City to last a season. I want some—Oh, what gorgeous flowers! Umm! I love the smell of roses! Especially out of season. Why, the other tables haven't any! Fred, did you—?
Fred
Sure I did, Marian. I knew you'd like 'em.
Marian