I just thought I'd ask.

You ain't mad, are you?
I could have gone on in a harem tank scene over at the Bigart place, but they wanted me to dress the same as a fish, and a young girl's got to draw the line somewhere.

Besides, I don't like that Hugo over there so much.
He hates to part with anything like money, and he'll gyp you if he can.
Say, I'll bet he couldn't play an honest game of solitaire.

How'd you like my hair this way?
Like it, eh?
That's good.

And me having the only freckles left in all Hollywood.