“This is worse than Hollywood, he thought. A girl comes in with a pork chop and I write a song for her.”
“Armando's not a pork chop, I say. She shrugs. At least a pork chop would feed you.”
“I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?”
“Oh, my dear, this is worse than I expected! A strange girl is always a bore among good friends, but one can generally manage her. But a girl who writes books - why, it isn't respectable! And you can't snub that sort of people; they're unsnubbable.”
“had my books been any worse I would not have been invited to Hollywood and if they had been any better I would not have come.”
“And here is our girl, looking--If possible, worse than before. (You thought this was Cinderella transistorized?)”