INT. CADILLAC LIMOUSINE—DRIVING—CLOSE ON. DAY.

DOROTHY’s glowing face as she takes in the luxurious accoutrements of the limousine. 

HAROLD looks at her admiringly.  He finds her fascinating.  But she is making an obvious effort to avoid having direct eye contact with him.

                        FAYARD
       …If it had of been me, I would've 
       walloped her the second the word 
       "niggress" came out of her mouth.

GERI gently pats his hand.

                         GERI
       You would have done no such thing.
       My baby is a lover not a fighter.
                (to DOROTHY)
       Girl, don't you ever let anyone try 
       to tell you that you lack gumption.      
       Talk about pulling the wool over 
       someone's eyes.  You pretending to 
       be Princess Faiza takes the cake.
 
                        FAYARD
                (to DOROTHY)
       And bakes it!  You'll be dining out 
       on that story for a month of Sundays.

HAROLD notices the amused look on DOROTHY’s face.

                        HAROLD
       I think that we have in our midst a 
       budding dramatic actress.