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[Harry stares at Harriet then looks quickly away. Harriet BURSTS into tears again]
HARRY:
Hey, hey! Come on. Don’t cry. You look kind of ugly when you cry.
HARRIET:
Thanks a lot!
HARRY:
No, no! I didn’t mean that you are ugly. You’re actually quite pretty. Very pretty! Very pretty indeed!
[Harriet SNIFFLES]
HARRIET:
Thanks.
[Harry reaches for and clasps one of Harriet’s hands in his]
HARRY:
You’re welcome.
HARRIET:
You have nice smooth hands. You can tell a lot by a man’s hands.
HARRY:
That’s what my mother used to say. She was a palmist.
HARRIET:
A palmist? I could do with a fortune teller right now. Someone to tell me that everything’s going to be all right and that I’ll live happily ever after.
HARRY:
Everything’s going to be all right. And you’re going to live happily ever after. See. Easy.