Don Hewes:
A girl dancer has to be exotic; she has to be - a peach.
Hannah Brown:
I suppose I'm a lemon!
Don Hewes:
Why didn't you tell me I was in love with you?
Don Hewes:
Miss Brown, what idiot ever told you you were a dancer?
Hannah Brown:
You did.
Hannah Brown:
[
her eyes are closed] What color are my eyes?
Don Hewes:
[
kissing her, causing her to open her eyes in surprise] Brown.
[
the bartender hands Don his drink]
Don Hewes:
Can you drown a brunette in this?
Mike the Bartender:
How tall is she?
Don Hewes:
Five foot six.
Mike the Bartender:
[
filling the glass a little more] Try this.
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