Oh, nothing, I was just thinking you were not the kind to put on fat?
FREDA
(Decisively.) Well, I think not!
VANDERLIP
(Suddenly, by her hands, lifts her to her feet and thrusts her several steps away from him, then, sinking back in chair and running his eyes critically over her) Your lines are good.
FREDA
(Lightly)
Think so?
VANDERLIP
You just bet I do.