He was alarmed as he viewed an enormous flat structure orbiting the moon - it was a secret Starfleet shipyard or space-dock.The ambient noise of the band faded in his mind as the camera focused on his spellbound gaze.The Lolita-esque female teasingly winked at him and then performed (in his fantasizing projective mind) a personal, one-on-one clothed striptease for him.No modern conveniences at all.It was dreadful.We were on our way home from the Junior Prom.A pupil of Armand""s invited us.And, oh well, it""s a long story.She presses her seemingly non-chalant husband: "Were you disappointed when I wasn""t here, darling?" Even Armand, playing the archetypal foreign lover, compliments Jerry on his lack of suspicion typically felt by American men: "He""s free of all mean suspicion.He told her that she didn""t belong to any man, but only to Broadway and the theater: ("You must put me out of your heart.