Marilyn: Do you like the dress?
Richard: I love it.
Marilyn: I designed it myself.
Richard: It's beautiful.
Marilyn: Are you ready? We're supposed to be there before the guests arrive.
Richard: I know. I know. Help me with this tie, will you? Honey, I'm scared to death.
Marilyn: But this is what you've been working for all these years.
Richard: No, no. I worked to put together a book of photographs. This is show business.
Marilyn: Well, it's all part of the same job. Just relax and enjoy it.
Richard: You're right. I earned this, and I'm going to enjoy it. As soon as I recover from my nervous breakdown.
Marilyn: What are you afraid of?
Richard: Everything. A critic was there this morning. He probably hates my work. I have to sign copies of my book for a lot of people I never met before. My new shoes hurt my feet...
Marilyn: You're going to be a great success. Are you ready?
Richard: As soon as I get these cuff links on.
Marilyn: Let me help. Mom and Dad are already on their way down to the gallery.
Marilyn: There! You look very attractive.
Richard: Thank you. Well, I suppose I'v run out of excuses.
Marilyn: Mm-hmm. Let's go...
Richard: Oh, one minute. Before we go to the gallery, I just want to tell you that I never could have done this book without your help and your love. I appreciate it.
Marilyn: Thanks. Now, no more stalling.
Marilyn: What is it?
Richard: There's nobody here!
Marilyn: Of course not, Richard. Your show doesn't begin until eight thirty.
Richard: Oh. Right.
Carlson: Richard! Welcome! Good luck tonight!
Richard: Well, thanks. This is my publisher. Harvey Carlson. You've met my wife Marilyn...
Richard: My mother, Ellen Stewart. Harvey Carlson.
Carlson: It's good to meet you.
Ellen: It's nice to meet you.
Richard: This is my father, Dr.Philip Stewart...
Philip: Nice to meet you, Mr. Carlson.
Richard: My brother Robbie...
Richard: And this is my sister Susan and her husband Harry Bennett and his daughter Michelle.
Carlson: It's nice to meet you.
Richard: And this gentleman is my grandfather, Malcolm Stewart.
Carlson: Welcome, Mr.Stewart. Well, make yourselves comfortable. There are hors d'oeuvres at the table, fruit punch at the bar. Help yourselves. Can I get you something, Mr.Setwart?
Grandpa: No, thank you.
Carlson: You can feel very proud of your grandson, Mr.Stewart.
Grandpa: I do. I'm proud of all my grandchildren, Mr.Carlson.
Carlson: Of course. Feel free to look around. If you need anything, just ask.
Grandpa: Thank you.
Richard: Did Mitchell Johnson's review come out yet?
Carlson: Not yet. The newpapers don't come out till about ten 0'clock. When they come out, we'll get it.
Richard: Yes. Have the people arrived?
Carlson: The guests are waiting. Tom's about to open the doors. Good luck! And stop worrying! They're going to love it.