[Affectionately.] You’ve been very good to me, Charles, dear.
Golightly.
We’ve clomb the hill together....
Penelope.
Sh! sh! sh! I cannot allow my parents to flirt in my presence. I never heard of such a thing.
Golightly.
We tender our apologies.
Penelope.
[Hearing a sound.] Listen. There’s Dickie. Father, quickly—what must I do to make him love me always?
Golightly.