Never mind

Richard Walker:
Nice. Nice fruits. Sondra Walker:
Well, I would have prefered flowers. Richard Walker:
[viewing Paris from their hotel room]
Nice view. Sondra Walker:
It's magnificent. It should look exceptionally lovely from the Eiffel Tower this afternoon where you and Dr. Alembert can share it together. I want to take a hot shower. But first, let me have the note so I can confirm your luncheon. Richard Walker:
What for? Sondra Walker:
You can't speak French or use the phones. Richard Walker:
I'm not gonna go! Don't confirm the luncheon. Sondra Walker:
Why not? You did tell Maurice Alembert that you were arriving a day early, didn't you? Richard Walker:
Honey... Sondra Walker:
Oh Richard, you obviously want to see him. C'mon. Please give me the note. Richard... Richard Walker:
I didn't tell when I was coming. Maurice Alembert, Maurice Alembert happens to be the chairman of the convention. Sondra Walker:
Richard, give me the note. [Richard plays with her, hiding the note on his hands] Sondra Walker:
Give me the, give me... [he eats the note] Sondra Walker:
Oh. Richard, don't swallow, you're gonna choke. Richard Walker:
Now she says... Sondra Walker:
Well, at least let me get you some water to wash it down. Richard Walker:
Maurice Alembert doesn't give a rat's ass about me. Not since he saw you at the Berkeley seminar last year. "Be sure to bring your lovely wife to Paris". Sondra Walker:
Was he the one with the long legs who took his shoes off when he spoke? Richard Walker:
[smiling]
Never mind