"And you say you were in the town where I was born?" she murmured softly.
"Yes," he replied.
"And you thought of me, Bob?" she cooed.
"I did," replied Bob. "I said to myself, 'Why, isn't this where what's-her-name born?'"
Gladys: "Listen to this, Mable. This is what my boy friend says in his letter. 'Darling, I think of you all day. Your naturally waved hair. Your brownish-gray eyes. Your slightly prominent cheekbones and your twenty-four inch waist.'"
Mable: "Wow, that's a strange sort of love letter."
Gladys: "Oh, didn't I tell you? Bob writes those descriptions of people that are wanted by the law."