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KIKAY: Again, mumsy? MRS. MENDOZA (Aklready ion center doorway) : Do I have to paint this old face of mine, Fran-CES-ca? KIKAY (Breaking into laughter and turning towards the others) : But how dreadfully she puts it! Oh mumsy, mumsy… what am I going to do with you? MRS. MENDOZA (As she exits) : I give up! KIKAY (Still laughing) : Poor mumsy, she’s quite a problem. (She waves her cigarette.) Oh, does anybody have a light? (Totoy jumps up and gives a light.) Merci. TOTOY: Huh? KIKAY: I said, Merci. That means thank you… in French. TOTOY (As he sits down) : Merci! (KIKAY poises herself on the arm of the sofa where NENA is sitting and sipping orange juice. The two boys, aalso sipping juice and munching sandwiches, occupy the two chairs.) NENA: Tell us about New York.
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