Grace
Uh, Mr. Warbucks, I'd like you to meet...
Warbucks
No time for dinner tonight, so tell Mrs. Pugh to send up an American-cheese sandwich at midnight. Come along, Miss Farrell. Let's get started.
Warbucks
[a press representative snaps a photograph of him; Warbucks screams, grabs the representative's camera, and smashes it to the ground]
WHAT THE DEVIL'S GOIN' ON HERE?!!
Grace
Oh, Mr. Warbucks, this is the press representative! Your image!
Warbucks
Oh! Oh, yes! [laughs] Pick him up, Punjab. Uh, get him another camera.
[he and Grace laugh]
