“Don’t let Daisy here you say that, she’ll be falling on to you every five seconds. ‘Oh mister Stark, my poor little ankles can’t hold me up no more!’ Oh God my New York accent is terrible isn’t…” She laughed. “I’ll get it eventually.”
“I assure you I won’t be falling in the heels I’ve got. If I stumble it will be because of all the rum and tequila in my body.”
“PFF! Was that supposed to be a New York accent. Doll, you’re going to have to work on that, I’ll give you lessons. I’m a Long Island boy but still, my best friend is from Brooklyn and he’s got the strongest accent known to man. And as for her falling on me, let’s just say I’m rather particular about the ladies that I share a dance with."
"You’re going to be the one girl standing over by the hard liquor, aren’t you?"