Bouquets are just flying around. Have you got anything more to say to me?
Norah.
No.
Taylor.
Then just get me my pouch, will you? I guess it’s in the pocket of my coat.
[She hesitates a moment, looks at him, then gets it.]
Norah.
Here you are.
Taylor.
[With his tongue in his cheek.] I thought you was going to tell me I could darned well get it myself.