Mrs. St. Clair: So sad.
Mr. St. Clair: Yes, she's trying so hard you can almost smell the desperation.
Dick: [refined accent] Oh, no, I think that's her dog. [the St. Clairs chortle]
Mr. St. Clair: You are a ticket. Say, you must come by the club. The boys should meet you. It'll be a kick.
Dick: Oh, good. Can I kick back? [all chortle]