Al watches Novak leave.
At the drug store, Fred is waiting on a customer.
“Oh, I’ve seen advertisements about this one!” says the lady. “Night of Bliss – is it all that they say it is?”
“Just what do they say it is?” asks Fred, looking at the perfume box. “‘haunting, provocative – ‘ oh yes, I’d say it’s all those.”
The woman sniffs at the bottle.
Behind Fred, the customer’s son starts up a battery-operated toy tractor that pushes toys off a counter.
“Dexter!” calls the woman. Fred turns off the tractor and faces the child.
“Now don’t play with those toys, boy,” says Fred.
“My name ain’t boy!” replies the boy.
“Dexter, you stop that. Do you hear?” says the mother.
“Aww, I just wanted to see how it worked!” says the boy.
“Sorry,” says the mother. “You heard what Mommy said!” she continues.
Turning to Fred, she asks, “Ooh, Seduction! How much is that?”
“This is, uh,” says Fred, fumbling with the box. “Sixteen fifty, but it’s a nice size!” Fred opens the box, revealing increasingly tinier boxes within. The final bottle is the size of a lipstick. “See what I mean?” asks Fred. “But it’s a good, safe bet!”
“Just what do you mean by that?” asks the customer.
“Just that it’s – well, it’s a perfume-” begins Fred.