You’ve never given me a free hand to buy hats, Charles.
Golightly.
On the other hand, I’ve never taken little jaunts to Paris without you, my dear.
Mrs. Golightly.
Some women are so lucky in their husbands.
[Meanwhile the girls have been taking hats out, and Penelope puts one on. She is perfectly delighted.
Penelope.
Oh, isn’t this a dream? [Looking at the other.] Oh! oh! Did you ever see anything so lovely? Dickie, you are a dear. I’m so glad you’re going to Paris.
Dickie.