She sighed, “It's true.”
“Why, I'd rather lose the Metropolitan Art Gallery than your films. Can't they be made over?”
“They could, but who's to stand the expense?”
“I will, if you'll let me.”
“Mr. Dyckman!”
“I thought we'd agreed that my name was Jim.”
“Jim! You would do that for me!”
“Why not?”
“But why so?”
“Because—why, simply—er—it's the most natural thing in the world, seeing that—Well, you're not sitting there pretending that you don't know I love you, are you?”