Roy:

Is she in there?

Norma:

She’s in there! She’s in there! Where am I going to get another pair of stockings now? How am I going to go to the wedding with torn stockings?

Roy:

If she doesn’t show up, who’s going to look at you? There she is. Sitting there and crying.

Norma:

I told you she was in there…The only one in my family to have a daughter married in the Plaza and I have torn stockings.

Roy:

Mimsey, I can see you…Do you hear me?…Don’t turn away from me when I’m talking to you.

Norma:

Maybe I could run across to Bergdorf’s. They have nice stockings.

Roy:

Do you want me to break down the door, Mimsey, is that what you want? Because that’s what I’m doing if you’re not out of there in five seconds…Stop crying on your dress. Use the towel!

Norma:

I don’t have any money. Give me four dollars. I’ll be back in ten minutes.

Roy:

In ten minutes she’ll be a married woman because I’ve had enough of this nonsense. All right, Mimsey, stand in the shower because I’m breaking down the door.

Norma:

Roy, don’t get crazy.

Roy:

Get out of my way.

Norma:

Roy, she’ll come out. Just talk nicely to her.

Roy:

We already had nice talking. Now we’re gonna have door breaking. All right, Mimsey, I’m coming in!

Norma:

No, Roy, don’t! Don’t!

Roy:

Get a doctor.

Norma:

I knew it. I knew it.

Roy:

Don’t tell me I knew it, just get a doctor. I’m not coming in, Mimsey, because my arm is broken.

Norma:

Let me see it. Can you move your fingers?

Roy:

Are you happy now? Your mother has torn stockings and your father has a broken arm. How much longer is this gonna go on?

Norma:

It’s not broken; you can move your fingers. Give me four dollars with your other hand. I have to get stockings.

Roy:

Are you crazy moving a broken arm?

Norma:

Two dollars, I’ll get a cheap pair.

Roy:

I’m not carrying any cash today. Rented, everything is rented.

Norma:

I can’t rent stockings. Don’t you even have a charge card?

Roy:

Wait in the Baroque Room! You’re no use to me here. Go wait in the Baroque Room!

Norma:

With torn stockings?

Roy:

Stand behind the rented potted plant. They’re going to call from downstairs any second asking where the bride is. And I’m the one who’s going to have to speak to them. Me! Me! ME! (the phone rings) That’s them. You speak to them!

Norma:

What happened to me me me?

Roy:

Answer it. Answer it.

Norma:

What am I going to say to them?

Roy:

I don’t know. Maybe something’ll come to you as you’re talking.

Norma:

Hello?…Oh, Mr. Eisler…Yes, it certainly is the big moment.

Roy:

Stall ‘em. Stall ‘em. Just keep stalling him. Whatever you do, stall ‘em!

Norma:

Yes, we’ll be down in two minutes.

Roy:

Are you crazy? What did you say that for? I told you to stall him.

Norma:

I stalled him. You got two minutes. What do you want from me?