Peale. I am. (Handing her pass) Er—I was.
Mary. But isn’t it an imposition?
Peale. Not on us, it isn’t.
Mary. Thank you. (Crosses to Rodney. To Rodney) I didn’t mean to bother you, but I’m so interested: I thought, regarding Mr. Peale’s business, I’d like to hear——
Rodney. It’s all settled, Mary. Mr. Peale, my general manager. Mr. Peale, my secretary. Mary, here it is: The Thirteen Soap—Unlucky for Dirt: The Most Expensive Soap in the World.
Mary. (Genuinely) Why, that’s perfectly wonderful—who thought of it? (Looking at Peale)
Rodney. I did.
Mary. (Turning to him) You did, really? Why, you’re splendid.
Peale. Youth, brains, efficiency—that’s our motto.
Rodney. We’ll make a hundred thousand dollars the first year—sure.