CINDERELLA (who would be willowy if she were long enough). She’s thick.
BODIE. Her measurements are perfection. All women long to be like her, but none ever can be.
CINDERELLA (insisting). I suppose that’s the reason she has that snigger on her face.
BODIE. That is perhaps the smile of motherhood. Some people think there was once a baby in her arms.
CINDERELLA (with a new interest in Venus). Her own?
BODIE. I suppose so.
CINDERELLA. A married woman then?
BODIE (nonplussed). Don’t ask trivial questions.
CINDERELLA (generously). It was clever of you to make her.
BODIE. I didn’t make her. I was—forestalled. Some other artist chappie did it. (He likes his little maid again.) She was dug up, Cinderella, after lying hidden in the ground for more than a thousand years.