VANDERLIP
(Who has not noticed champagne bottle, aroused by popping of cork and turning around quickly, simulating a person roused from sleep, rubbing his eyes, etc.)
Wake me up, somebody. I'm dreaming. Pinch me.
(Takes hold of bottle, Maid still retaining her hold, and looks at it.)
The real thing.
(Releases bottle and looks admiringly at Freda.)
Freda, you're a peach. There isn't another bottle in the Klondike.
FREDA
Oh, yes, there is.