Richard: Do you like the dress?
Marilyn: I love it.
Marilyn: I designed it myself.
Richard: It's beautiful.
Marilyn: Are you ready?
Marilyn: We're supposed to be there before the guests arrive.
Richard: I know. I know.
Richard: Help me with this tie, will you?
Richard: Honey, I'm scared to death.
Marilyn: But this is what you've been working for all these years.
Richard: No, no. I worked to put together a book of photographs.
Richard: This is show business.
Marilyn: Well, it's all part of the same job.
Marilyn: Just relax and enjoy it.
Richard: You're right.
Richard: I earned this, and I'm going to enjoy it.
Richard: As soon as I recover from my nervous breakdown.
Marilyn: What are you afraid of?
Richard: Everything.
Richard: A critic was there this morning.
Richard: He probably hates my work.
Richard: I have to sign copies of my book for a lot of people I never met before.
Richard: My new shoes hurt my feet ...
Marilyn: You're going to be a great success.
Marilyn: Are you ready?
Richard: As soon as I get these cuff links on.
Marilyn: Let me help.
Marilyn: Mom and Dad are already on their way down to the gallery.
Marilyn: There! You look very attractive.
Richard: Thank you.
Richard: Well, I suppose I've run out of excuses.
Marilyn: Mm-hmm. Let's go ...
Richard: Oh, one minute.
Richard: Before we go to the gallery, I just want to tell you
Richard: that I never could have done this book without your help and your love.
Richard: I appreciate it.
Marilyn: Thanks.
Marilyn: Now, no more stalling.
Richard: What is it?
Richard: There's nobody here!
Marilyn: Of course not, Richard.
Marilyn: Your show doesn't begin until eight thirty.
Richard: Oh. Right.
Carlson: Richard! Welcome! Good luck tonight!
Richard: Well, thanks.
Richard: This is my publisher, Harvey Carlson.
Richard: You've met my wife Marilyn ...
Carlson: Charmed.
Marilyn: Hi.
Richard: My mother, Ellen Stewart.
Richard: Harvey Carlson.
Carlson: It's good to meet you.
Ellen: It's good to meet you.
Richard: This is my father, Dr. Philip Stewart ...
Philip: Nice to meet you, Mr. Carlson.
Richard: My brother Robbie ...
Robbie: Hi.
Carlson: Hi.
Richard: And this is my sister Susan and her husband Harry Bennett
Richard: and his daughter Michelle.
Harry: It's nice to meet you.
Richard: And this gentleman is my grandfather, Malcolm Stewart.
Carlson: Welcome, Mr. Stewart.
Carlson: Well, make yourselves comfortable.
Carlson: There are hors d'oeuvres at the table, fruit punch at the bar.
Carlson: Help yourselves.
Carlson: Can I get you something, Mr. Stewart?
Malcolm: No, thank you.
Carlson: You can feel very proud of your grandson, Mr. Stewart.
Malcolm: I do.
Malcolm: I'm proud of all my grandchildren, Mr. Carlson.
Carlson: Of course.
Carlson: Feel free to look around.
Carlson: If you need anything, just ask.
Malcolm: Thank you.
Richard: Harvey?
Carlson: Yes?
Richard: Did Mitchell Johnson's review come out yet?
Carlson: Not yet.
Carlson: The newspapers don't come out till about ten o'clock.
Carlson: When they come out, we'll get it.
Richard: Thanks.
Marilyn: Ready?
Richard: Yes. Have the people arrived?
Marilyn: The guests are waiting.
Marilyn: Tom's about to open the doors.
Marilyn: Good luck! And stop worrying!
Marilyn: They're going to love it.