Claire Harbow:
Okay, here's what I got. How about a mad scientist who figures out how to time travel and, inadvertently, screws up his own birth.
Phillip Harbow:
[not knowing how to answer] No.
Phillip Harbow:
I'm not writing about you this time, Kat. I'm writing about Claire.
Kat:
It doesn't look like it to me.
[into Phillip's ear]
Kat:
You can't give up on me. I intoxicate you.
Phillip Harbow:
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Now, here's the kicker. One day, there's this doll, the marrying type, that shows up in Spade's office. Turns out she's desperately in love with the piano player who has now disappeared.
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[beat]
Phillip Harbow:
Well, what do you think?
Claire Harbow:
So, it's kinda like your first novel?
Phillip Harbow:
What? No. Well, sort of, but not exactly.
Kat:
You put me in your new story, remember?
Phillip Harbow:
Well, that was a mistake.
Adam:
Well, you keep pitching me this Hemingway character. I think I'll see if he needs any representation.
Claire Harbow:
Hey, Phillip. Didn't we have a piano this morning?
Phillip Harbow:
I sold it for some good scratch. It was distracting me from my work.
Phillip Harbow:
The name's Spade, doll-face, just like it says on the door.
Claire Harbow:
I couldn't stand reading about that woman anymore. She's the only thing you write about.
Phillip Harbow:
But this one's about you and me.
Claire Harbow:
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