Betty Bartholomew: [barging into his office, holding a newspaper] Listen to me, Peter Lawrence. Did you write this?
Peter Lawrence: If it's in my column, I guess I did.
Betty Bartholomew: Well, you oughta be assumed of yourself, saying I don't support my mother and that she had to go the poorhouse.
Peter Lawrence: Well, she did, didn't she?
Betty Bartholomew: Well, yes. But she likes it there.
Peter Lawrence: Look, I'm, awful busy now. But I'll put an item in tomorrow's column that'll be practically a retraction. Be a swell plug for you, too.
Betty Bartholomew: [dubious] Yeah, let's hear it.
Peter Lawrence: OK.
Peter Lawrence: [addressing his assistant] Mary, get this: Miss Betty Bartholomew of the nightclub Bartholomews, gave up one whole morning last week taking her mother to the poorhouse in her new 12 cylinder car.
Betty Bartholomew: [just before exiting] Ah, that's sweet, Pete. Thanks a lot. Drop up and have a drink sometime, will ya?