...the brutal fact is that...

Oh, it is, is it?

- What's the matter? - What is it, Lon?

Is anything wrong?

It certainly is.

Rose is crying.

The firm is sending me to New York.

Es, darling, what is it? What's the matter?

- We're all here. - Where is the French restaurant?

- Oh, St. Louis is fine. - Is it hot there?

- Lonnie, what is it? - What is it, Anna? I'm coming.

Everybody who has one is going to the ball.

The grass is always greener in somebody else's yard.

Is it all right?

Your dress is torn.

- Tootie. - Where is she?

The saints preserve us, it is! You had me fooled.

- I heard Tootie. Where is she? - Down by the trolley.

Is this Miss Ballard's card?

- Thank you. - This is mine.