PRINCE
(Slight note of anger in his voice.)
Do you know how cold it is, Mrs. McFee?
MRS. MCFEE
I have no given it a thought.
PRINCE
Well, it's seventy degrees below zero, and still going down. If that door is open one minute, a refrigerator would be comfortable alongside that ballroom. And if you don't like the way I'm doing things—
(A knock is heard, and he opens door. Sitka Charley squeezes in.)
PRINCE
(Very politely.)