Evelyn Prentice (1934)

Una Merkel: Amy Drexel

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• Evelyn Prentice : This is his home. He loves me. And I adore him.

  Amy Drexel : Say, have you been reading "Romeo and Juliet?"

• Amy Drexel : Marriage has changed you a lot Evelyn. You used to have plenty of zip and bounce and now you're so - oh, so good and bounceless. Does your husband beat you?

  Evelyn Prentice : No, I wish he did. He'd have to be home to do it.

  Amy Drexel : Not necessarily. I know gentleman who beat his wife up in a nightclub and she loved it too!

• Amy Drexel : Hello, Evelyn.

  Evelyn Prentice : Hello, darling.

  Amy Drexel : Being the little woman about the house?

  Evelyn Prentice : Yes.

• Evelyn Prentice : Your friend, Chester Wylie, next to you. Besides being a very bad drinker, what is he?

  Amy Drexel : Well, he thinks he's an artist. I met him in Paris. He has a studio in Greenwich Village and a shack in Connecticut. The modern school, you know, throw up a lot of lines, it looks like a skyscraper and then tell you its a sleeping dog and adores canned peas. But, in spite of that, I sort of likes him.

• Amy Drexel : The last time I mixed a cocktail, four people eloped, the butler did nip-ups and a man made love to his wife.

  Evelyn Prentice : Oh, then, please do it.

  Amy Drexel : Gin and French vermouth.

  Evelyn Prentice : Anything else?

  Amy Drexel : Sure! cognac, absinthes and a dash of bitters.

  Evelyn Prentice : Oh, Amy, you'll kill my guests. You know, these are respectable people.

• Evelyn Prentice : If the guests come and I'm not down, will you take care of them?

  Amy Drexel : Say, after one of my cocktails, they won't know whether you're here or not. So, take it easy. Ho-hum.

• Amy Drexel : He just asked me if I hadn't noticed a change in the attitude of the French people lately and I merely said that I hadn't. That they're still perpendicular when they're standing and horizontal when they're lying down.

• Amy Drexel : Who was the broad shouldered thrill you were talking to?

• Evelyn Prentice : It's a book of poems.

  Amy Drexel : Poems in the morning? Darling, it's your liver.

• Amy Drexel : A poet - an awful waste of broad shoulders.

• Amy Drexel : Oh, now, Evelyn, don't tell me you're not tingling with excitement over the whole thing? A tall, good looking fellow, just dying to meet you. He'll probably write a poem to your eyebrows or something. Oh, you wouldn't be human if you didn't tingle a little bit.

  Evelyn Prentice : You're too absurd for words.

• Evelyn Prentice : Larry sent them.

  Amy Drexel : Larry?

  Evelyn Prentice : Mr. Kennard.

  Amy Drexel : So it's reached the Larry stage?

• Amy Drexel : Say, how often have you seen this bird?

  Evelyn Prentice : Let's see, face cream, powder, mascara...

  Amy Drexel : Eye shadow, lip rouge, nail polish, bath salts and perfume; but, that still doesn't answer my question. How often have you seen this bird?

• Amy Drexel : How do you get in such a mess with a creature like that?

  John Prentice : Vanity. Someone to tell you have big and wonderful you are.

• John Prentice : [to Evelyn]  Darling, I'll get a nice cocktail. It'll be good for you.

  [to Amy] 

  John Prentice : Can I bring you one?

  Amy Drexel : One? Bring up the jug!