CHARLOTTE [_darting a look at Jerry_]. I know _just_ what you mean. DORIS. He’s not really as tall as I’d like him to be, but he’s got a wonderful build and a good complexion. I can’t stand anybody without a good complexion--can you? He calls me adorable egg. JERRY. What does he mean by that? DORIS [_airily_]. Oh, “egg” is just a name people use nowadays. It’s considered sort of the thing. JERRY [_awed_]. Egg? CHARLOTTE. When do you expect to get married? DORIS. You never can tell! _A pause, during which they all sigh as if pondering. Then Doris, with a tremendous effort at justice, switches the conversation away from herself._ DORIS [_patronizingly, condescendingly_]. How’s everything going with you two? [_To Jerry._] Does your father still read the Bible? JERRY. Well, a lot of the time he just thinks. DORIS. He hasn’t had anything to do for the last twenty years but just think, has he? JERRY [_impressed_]. Just think of the things he’s probably thought out. DORIS [_blasphemously_]. That old dumb-bell? _Charlotte and Jerry are a little shocked._ How’s everything else been going around here? JERRY. I got analyzed to-day at---- CHARLOTTE [_interrupting_]. The same as ever. JERRY. I got anal---- CHARLOTTE [_to Jerry_]. I wish you’d be polite enough not to interrupt me. JERRY [_pathetically_]. I thought you were through. CHARLOTTE. Well, you’ve driven what I had to say right out of my head. [_To Doris._] What do you think he said to-night? He said if he hadn’t married me he’d be President of the United States. _At this Jerry drops his newspaper precipitately, walks in anger to the door, and goes out without speaking._ You see? Just a display of temper. But it doesn’t worry _me_. [_She sighs--the shrew._] I’m used to it. _Doris tactfully makes no reply. After a momentary silence she changes the subject._ DORIS. Well, I find I just made an awful mistake. CHARLOTTE [_eagerly_]. Not keeping both those men for a while? That’s what I think. DORIS. No. I mean--do you remember those three dresses I had lengthened? CHARLOTTE [_breathlessly_]. Yes. DORIS [_tragically_]. I’ll never be able to wear them. CHARLOTTE. Why? DORIS. There’s a picture of Mae Murray in the new Motion Picture Magazine ... my dear, half her calf! CHARLOTTE. Really? _At this point the door leading to the dining-room opens and Jerry comes in. Looking neither to left nor to right, he marches to his lately vacated place, snatches up half his newspaper, and goes out without speaking. The two women bestow on him a careless glance and continue their discussion._ DORIS. It was just my luck. I wish I’d hemmed them like I thought of doing, instead of cutting them off. That’s the way it always is. As soon as I get my hair bobbed, Marilyn Miller begins to let hers grow. And look at mine-- [_She removes her hat._] I can’t do a thing with it. [_She replaces her hat._] Been to the Bijou Theatre?