When Prudence arrives, Marguerite realizes, with slight embarrassment (calling it "jolly funny") and self-awareness, hat the man she has frivolously fallen in love with isnotthe wealthy Baron de Varville.I took a doll-faced hick.Hildy: Well, you wouldn""t take me if I hadn""t been doll-faced...Walter: Listen.I made a great reporter out of you, Hildy.But you won""t be half as good on any other paper and you know it.We""re a eam.That""s what we are.You need me and I need you, and the paper needs both of us.Hildy (overlapping with his words, she pretends she is an auctioneer for Lucky Strike cigarettes): Sold American! Listen, Walter, the paper""s gonna have to get along without me.Go on.Yes.Now really give it.Come on.Come on.Work, work, work! Great.Great.And again.Come on.Back.Back.Arms up.Arms up.Stretch yourself, little lady.Great.And again.Go on.Go.Go.Great.That""s it! Keep it up.Lovely.Yeah, make it come.Great.No, no, head up, head up.Now for me, love.For me.Now! Now! Yes! Yes! Yes!However, it was only another mundane and typical shoot for him, and he reclined and slumped back exhausted onto the sofa.And I should say, if properly used, entirely police-proof.And then the North Korean brainwasher quips:His brain has not only been washed, as they say, it""s been dry-cleaned.She gasped and then was obliterated and disintegrated to death with one more final blow that caused her to explode into pieces.