 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. Shall we dance? The diary. Oh, dear. Where is it? Do you call this romance? No, I call it working overtime. Where is it? Here, in my handbag. Here. Push over. We look at it together. I'm not crowding you, am I? Well, it's a little crowding. Cozy, isn't it? Now...