ELSA: No jewels at all—
PERICO: Yes, Charlie—and I sympathize with you very much—
ELSA: And a Greek hairdo.
PERICO: But I cannot help you.
PATSY: And sandals, Elsa?
PERICO: You were born to be a victim—
ELSA: Sandals, of course—
PERICO: You were born to be eaten up.
ELSA: Just like those ones he’s wearing. You see his red-and-black sandals? Dramatic is the word for them! Oh, I’ve got the whole ensemble complete in my mind. Wait—
(She begins to sketch rapidly, glancing repeatedly at PORTRAIT, her companions watching intently and paying no attention to the men’s talk.)
CHARLIE: Well, well, well! And I thought I was doing the eating up! I was beginning to feel really bad about it, senator. Oh, I’ve got a conscience too—like that guy up there—a conscience riding on my back. I can fe
