The Montague girl, with her hand still on his arm, continued her wheedling, though now she spoke.
"Why, look who's here.

Kid, I didn't know you in your stepping-out clothes.

Say, listen, why do you always upstage me?
I never done a thing to you, did I?
Go on, now, give me the fishy eye again.

How'd you ace yourself into this first row, anyway?
Did you have to fight for it?
Say, your friend'll be mad at me putting her out of here, won't she?
Well, blame it on the gelatin master.

I never suggested it.