The blonde relaxes across the sofa. Pink dress, pink shoes, pink toenails and pink lipstick dominate a background of blue phlox and red roses. "John," she calls. "Bring in the babies."
From somewhere in the Bel Air mansion overlooking Hollywood, the butler appears with four squirming Yorkshire terriers and one beribboned miniature French poodle. Off in a corner, a burly, bald man toys with a tape recorder. "How do you parse champagne?" he asks suddenly. "How do you imprison it on a page?"
"Who, me?" asks the woman.
The verbal pingpong has started...
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