[Kathy: There's no one home.]
[Don: Well, that's hard to believe. Could I just touch you, to make sure?]
[Kathy: I mean, were you looking for anyone in particular?]
[Don: A man named Palmer. But I can hardly remember why.]
[Kathy: Are you a friend of Mr. Palmer's?]
[Don: Are you?]
[Kathy: Well, I asked you first.]
[Don: We flew together in England.]
[Don: In a weak moment, he asked me to drop by if I ever got to Hollywood.]
[Kathy: Oh.]
While it rains outside and people
Run around the dance floor
Always waiting for the last call
You and I, still don’t have a clue
And it’s been days and days
With unacquainted faces
Unfamiliar places
And the same old feel of being alone
But it had to be you
And the way you sway
With every move you make
Ever so tender
Even makes me wonder
What a pretty girl does,
with a devious smile,
dancing on her own?
[Kathy: I live across the hall. I'm Alan's sister.]
We had one... two drinks
and later shared a kiss
With your lips like tangerine that
haunt me still.
Little did I know, she
disappeared in the crowd.
Left me on my own.
[Don: Why the passkey? Why couldn't Jane know what you were looking for?]
[Kathy: You didn't tell me your name.]
[Don: Ha. Don Blake.]
[Kathy: Do you know my name?]
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