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HAROLD whips off his double-breasted navy vicuna overcoat and tosses it to MAURICE, 40s, the brothers’ respectful and efficient valet-butler-chauffeur.

                        HAROLD
       Maurice, my man.
 
                       MAURICE
       Mr. Harold…
 
                        FAYARD
       Where've you been hiding out?

HAROLD crosses the dressing room to FAYARD and GERI.

                        HAROLD
       Checking out the show from the  
       crow's nest.

GERI gives him a knowing smile.

                         GERI
                (meaningfully)
       Alone?
 
                        HAROLD
                (smiles)
       There was room enough for two.
                (then)
       Do those ribs taste as good as they 
       smell?