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THORN: Hello, Nora Dear. Evy.
Hello, Evy. . . I mean Evelyn. [Toss hat at coat rack.]
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EVELYN: Adam! You did it! You bought a new suit!
Well, yes. You said I needed one.
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NORA: Hello Mr. Swan, Adam. Your suit is marvelous.
EVELYN: It caps the max!
[With SWAN] Good day Mrs. Thorndyke.
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SWAN: Where? Where?
THORN: There, upper right, in the regional roundup.
Oh, I see it.
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SWAN: "weighing 86 pounds and 10 ounces, known as the Maggie Murphy variety, was photographed..."
That's my photograph they're talking about!
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SWAN: "...and sent to the Scientific American, and in due course of time appeared nicely printed in that great journal."
Scientific American?
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SWAN: "...of Loveland, Colorado, raised this huge vegetable, and he isn't even Irish."
Well I'll be.
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EVELYN: Oh, mother, Adam's photo in a national journal!
They did credit me, didn't they?
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THORN: You signed every photograph on the front.
[Take the photo from him.] You agreed I should sign the photos.
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SWAN: Of course not. I'd have told you.
THORN: You, Talbot?
No, sir.
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THORN: Please, Nora, let me think. I'm not sure if this news presents a problem, or...
[WITH ALL] Or what?
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