MANNY
There's a girl.
BERNARD
A what? You know I don't approve of you seeing other girls— people. Who is she?
MANNY
Roweena, a friend of Anne's. I met her once and was hoping to meet her again.
BERNARD
Oh, I see. Roweena! Roweeeeena! And what am I supposed to do while you're doing the underpants charleston with this insane, blind tart?
MANNY
Why are you getting so angry?
BERNARD
I can't help being angry when I'm furious! So, before you go off to raise your bearded freak circus, what's she like?
MANNY
She's nice.
BERNARD
She's nice, she— dont make me sick into my own scorn. What are her prospects? Does she play the viola? Does she embroider? Is she kind to the servants?
MANNY
I don't know. All I know is I like her and there's a good chance that she likes me.
BERNARD
[later] Well, we're going to this party because I'm trying to picture this girl who likes you and all I can see is you in a dress.
— Black Books