Jules, where are you going? Mrs. Birch. I'm... I'm taking a train to the airport. You've...

Mrs. Birch: Jules, where are you going? Jules Daly: Mrs. Birch. I'm... I'm taking a train to the airport. Mrs. Birch: You've left something behind. Jules Daly: I... I did? Mrs. Birch: Yes. It's in the car. Come on. Jules Daly: Okay. [being pulled to the car, she sees the house servants in the back] Jules Daly: Hi. You're all here. [Abigail offers a clothing bag] Jules Daly: Oh, what's this? Mrs. Birch: Your ball gown. Jules Daly: Oh, that's so sweet of you. Were you able to fix it? Mrs. Birch: Not exactly. Jules Daly: I'm sure it's fine. Thank you so much for doing this. Mrs. Birch: Don't you at least want to have a look-see? Jules Daly: Sure. Um... [opening the bag] Jules Daly: Oh, that... that's not my dress. Floyd: Oh, yes, ma'am. Paisley had it brought in from Vienna. Jules Daly: But... who... who paid for this? Abigail: The entire staff pitched in, Miss. Jules Daly: This is too much. Mrs. Birch: Come on. We can discuss this later. Floyd, get in the front seat. Gibson, raise up the partition. Jules has a ball to get ready for.