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Finally, CYRIL speaks to them:

                        CYRIL
       My, how you both have grown.
                (DOROTHY and VIVIAN 
                 exchange looks)
       Dorothy Jean…you were still in 
       diapers the last time I rocked you
       to sleep in my arms.
                (pause)  
       And Vivian…I had just bought you a 
       new bike—with training wheels—for 
       your birthday.  Remember?

VIVIAN shakes her head.  DOROTHY stares at him curiously.

                        CYRIL
       You're looking at me as though I'm 
       a stranger…Do you girls have any 
       idea who I am?
 
                  DOROTHY & VIVIAN
               (warily)
       No sir.  Have we met before?
 
                        CYRIL
                 (a quiet smile)
       I guess I can't blame you for not 
       recognizing me.  Look at me.  My own 
       mother probably wouldn't recognize 
       me covered in all of this dust.   
       I must look like something that the
       cat dragged in…