Julie. Yes—so you are
John. What other idea should I have thought of? One’s always got to capture a gal with flatteries.
Julie. Scoundrel!
John. Whore!
Julie. So I must be the first branch, must I?
John. But the branch was rotten.
Julie. I’ve got to be the notice board of the hotel, have I?
John. I’m going to be the hotel.
Julie. Sit in your office, decoy your customers, fake your bills.
John. I’ll see to that myself.