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Drummond: Was that a "yes" I heard?
Maggie: No, not yet anyway. Max, what makes you think I'm
ready for the New York Clarion?
Drummond: Well, I can tell from your writing.
Maggie: And what does my writing tell you?
Drummond: Oh, your writing tells me, that you're very talented, mature, fairly self-confident, with absolutely no
doubts about who you are or where you're headed; am I right?
Maggie: Oh, I'm...pretty close.
Margo: Is that enough to make you puke, or what? Oh, he's subtle, very subtle. Right about now, he's telling her how much he admires her work and how much that reflects on her as a
person.
Jason: My wife is a very smart woman.
Margo: Oh I'm sorry.
Jason: You know, we shouldn't even be discussing this. This
is very awkward for me.
Margo: No, you're right, you're right. Oh, I'm sure your
wife is much more together than that. I mean, a week after she's hired, he'll hit on her, she'll turn him
down, and he'll give her the axe.
I bet that makes you feel a lot better.
Jason: Oh, much.
Margo: Maybe I should charge you for a change. I think I'll
go to the powder room;
I can only take a little of this at a time.
Jason (in his mind): And, I can't warn Maggie. I
can't say anything.
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| puke |
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vomit |
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| awkward |
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difficult to handle |
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| give
someone the axe |
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