Ah, give the candy to your chauffeur and use the perfume yourself.

[Morey sees Eve at the hotel drugstore counter buying aspirin. He enters and starts a conversation with her, finding out that she has just lost her manicurist job] Richard Morey:
They have nice perfumes here. Eve Fallon:
Yeah, if you can afford 'em. Richard Morey:
Uh, how much are these? Off-screen Sales Clerk:
Fifty-five dollars. Richard Morey:
Give me four of them. Eve Fallon:
Mmmmm. You must have lots of friends. Richard Morey:
Oh, they're all for you. Eve Fallon:
Oh, but I couldn't. Richard Morey:
Oh, but you could. Eve Fallon:
Oh, but I mustn't. Richard Morey:
Oh, but you must. And you will. How about some candy, too? Here you are. You like sweets? [piling on the candy boxes] Richard Morey:
One more. Eve Fallon:
Please! I'll have to get a truck to carry all these things home. Richard Morey:
No, you won't. My car's right here at the door. [to the sales clerk] Richard Morey:
Charge it, will you? [fade to the back seat of Morey's limo] Richard Morey:
An apartment, French maid, your own car and chauffeur. Doesn't it sound good? Eve Fallon:
[deadpan]
Mmmmm. Too good to be true. Richard Morey:
It... could be true. Eve Fallon:
[sardonically]
And all I'd have to do is manicure your nails? Eve Fallon:
[getting up to leave]
Here's my house. Richard Morey:
But Eve, haven't you forgotten something? Eve Fallon:
Yeah, my key, but I'll slip through the transom. Richard Morey:
But what about the candy and perfume? Eve Fallon:
Ah, give the candy to your chauffeur and use the perfume yourself. [Eve slams the car door]