Everybody should have one talent, what's yours?
Telling lies, forging signatures and impersonating almost anybody.
That's three. Nobody should have more than one talent. So, do an impression.
What, now?
Yeah.
"Oh, I love to sail, believe me, I love to sail. Instead, I make sailboats, and other people sail them."
Stop! It's too much. You're making the hairs on my neck stand up!
"Oh, yes, jazz? Let's face it, jazz is insolent noise."
It's like he's here. Horrible, like the old bastard's here! That's brilliant! Brilliant! How do you know him?
Oh, I met him in New York.
Marge, you have to hear this! This is scary. Marge Sherwood, I'd like you to meet my father, Herbert Richard Greenleaf, the First.
"How do you do, Marge. Dickie's made a fine catch. I know Emily thinks so."
I... I don't get it.
It's uncanny!
"I'd pay you if you would go to Italy and persuade my son to come home. I'd pay you a thousand dollars."
