Bel: I can’t stay much longer. It’s madness today.
Verda: We should have gone to that little Italian. Ooh. When did you cut your hair?
Bel: Um… Last month, perhaps. I don’t remember.
Verda: Platinum would suit you, darling.
Bel: Yes, if I wanted to look like a lady who works at the docks.
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Bel: Babydoll? I’ll be twenty-eight in August. Why not Bel or Isabel, the name you christened me? Rather than something you’d call a showgirl. The lock’s broken. You have to lift the door a little and then a quick push and you’re in. There are some cold chops in the refrigerator, help yourself if you’re hungry. I’ll be back by nine.
Verda: I won’t forget this, sweetheart.
Bel: Yes, you will.
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