Fenton. Charley. Gee, I like the name of Margie. Some class to that.
Margaret. I'm glad you like it.
Fenton [moving nearer]. And some class to you!
Margaret [coyly]. So you really like me?
Fenton. You bet. Say, before I go, you've got to give me a kiss, Margie.
Margaret. Well, I don't know. Aren't you rather "rushing" me?
Fenton. Say, you are a kidder.
[He draws her up from her chair, and kisses her warmly on the lips.]
Margaret [ecstatically]. You have the true Greek spirit! [They kiss again.] If only Pommy would kiss me that way!
Fenton. Pommy? Who's Pommy?