 I think he'd believe your story no matter what you told him. Get lost, will you, Mr. Gaines? What's that? Get lost. Drop dead. Turn blue. Well, I can take a hint. Good night, Archie. And Miss Lomax. Prissy, isn't he? Prissy is the word. He doesn't seem to believe your story. He believes what he's told to believe. It's his job. Sure. You believe me, don't you, Archie? Honey, you're beautiful just the way you are. Now, let's talk about the diary. I hate you. I hate you, too.