Blanche: Oh, Patrick, you're leaving so soon?
Patrick Vaughn: I'm afraid so.
Dorothy & Blanche: I'll see you tonight.
Dorothy: At the theatre.
Blanche: Yes. Just at the theatre.
Patrick Vaughn: Well, I must take my leave.
Dorothy: Don't leave your lens.
Patrick Vaughn: Oh, my lens. [walks into the front door] Oh, I think maybe I'd better put it in now. [mimes taking a lens out of the glass and putting it in his eye] There, that's better. Farewell.
Dorothy: God, he's good.