"I'hm disappointed , Miria'm. Wha' else can yer do bu' go ter college? I'hve had all yer family through this schal . Tha' why people don' tek a shine ter yer - thar jealous. An' they've got no raason ter be. Yer jus' lak them in tha face and yer tell tham wha' I'hm tellin' yer now - yer've gaht noo chance."
"Yer can' go ter no fash-in show. Miria'm. Wha' 's yer plan, hu'? Th' ain' no' life fer ya. Don' yer go tellin' me yer goin' in tuhday? Yer'll break our 'earts, I sweer . Yer can' work on'er day o' rest."
" Louk at that Mi-ri-am. Always bustling heir and thear . You cain see it in her eyes. See how swe-aty she is? How ang-ry? And she keeps go-ing. I want her in my show."
"Er-oh, har-har. Neugh , neugh . Miri-ah-m is mine , dah-ling."
"A-hnd whu are yuu ? Whu ? Oh, but I ha-hve heard fab-u-lous things ! Yuu are a har-hd, har-hd wurkur , or so my lee-tle Bree-tesh friend tells moi . Yuu should be on your back four how many nights yuu stay up! How cahn yuu be talking to me now? Yuu must be… ex-haus- tehd ."
"... side one. Bonjour, ravi de vous rencontrer… hello, pleased to meet you… je suis nouveau en ville… I am new in town… mon nom est… my name is… "