mr. sommers. - get out. - don't be too hard ononer, mr. sommers. it was all my fault. - you get out, too. - gladly. - out of town! - after we've had a talk. - harry! - in your office, mr. sommers. - harry! - not now or ever. ?? - how are you, ma'am? - how's yourself? - i'm fine. my spare shirt shows the trail, i was told lulu would clean it. - lulu will. that'll be a dollar, in advance. a great deal of admiration for women of your profession. - laundress?! - yeah, i find women of your profession all over the west. independent, honest. you find a bucket, some water, soap, and you're in business. - well, what's a girl to do when she isn't a girl no more? the figure goes but the shoulders stay. - it's an honorable profession, and certainly a necessary one. i can think of some others we could do without. - don't credit me too much, dearie. - well, i didn't always look like this, you know. - (laughing) wait a minute, lulu. i think you look fine. did you work the saloons here in lodestar? - you bet. - well, then, you must've known, um... what's-her-name-