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Suburban. [There is a pause.]

[''Bursts out suddenly in a rather grotesquely childish and overstrained lament.''] O God, what a dirty life I'm leading—God, God!

[Reassuring him benevolently.] Over in America it will be better, all right.

What's over there?

[Virtuously.] Factories industries

[To the .] Now, quite still, please. One, two, three. [''Deftly removes the cover of the lens and in a few seconds restores it.''] Thank you.

The picture will be ready in five minutes.

Good. I'll come back in five minutes. How much do I owe you?