In the Stewarts' living room. Marilyn and Richard are getting ready to go to the opening of Richard's exhibit.
Marilyn:	Do you like the dress?
Richard:	I love it.
Marilyn:	I designed it myself.
Richard:	It's beautiful.
Marilyn:	Are you ready? We're supposed to be there before the guests arrive.
Richard:	I know. I know. Help me with this tie, will you? Honey, I'm scared to death.
Marilyn:	But this is what you've been working for all these years.
Richard:	No, no. I worked to put together a book of photographs. This is show business.
Marilyn:	Well, it's all part of the same job. Just relax and enjoy it.
Richard:	You're right. I earned this, and I'm going to enjoy it. As soon as I recover from my nervous breakdown.
Marilyn:	What are you afraid of?
Richard:	Everything. A critic was there this morning. He probably hates my work. I have to sign copies of my book for a lot of people I never met before. My new shoes hurt my feet ... [Marilyn hugs Richard, and they both laugh.]
Marilyn:	You're going to be a great success. Are you ready?
Richard:	As soon as I get these cuff links on.
Marilyn:	Let me help. Mom and Dad are already on their way down to the gallery.
Marilyn:	[She finishes putting in Richard's cuff links.] There! You look very attractive.
Richard:	Thank you. Well, I suppose I've run out of excuses.
Marilyn:	Mmm-hmm. Let's go ...
Richard:	Oh, one minute. Before we go to the gallery, I just want to tell you that I never could have done this book without your help and your love. I appreciate it.
Marilyn:	Thanks. [She kisses him.] Now, no more stalling. [They leave.]
A little later. Marilyn and Richard have just arrived at the gallery.
Marilyn:	What is it?
Richard:	There's nobody here!
Marilyn:	Of course not, Richard. Your show doesn't begin until eight thirty.
Richard:	[He looks at Marilyn's wristwatch.] Oh. Right.
Carlson:	Richard! Welcome! Good luck tonight!
Richard:	Well, thanks. [to Marilyn] This is my publisher, Harvey Carlson. [to Carlson] You've met my wife Marilyn ...
Carlson:	Charmed.
Marilyn:	Hi.
Richard:	My mother, Ellen Stewart. [to Ellen] Harvey Carlson.
Carlson:	It's good to meet you.
Ellen:	It's nice to meet you.
Richard:	This is my father, Dr. Philip Stewart ...
Philip:	Nice to meet you, Mr. Carlson.
Richard:	My brother Robbie ...
Robbie:	Hi.
Carlson:	Hi.
Richard:	And this is my sister Susan and her husband Harry Bennett and his daughter Michelle.
Carlson:	[He shakes Michelle's hand.] It's nice to meet you.
Richard:	And this gentleman is my grandfather, Malcolm Stewart.
Carlson:	Welcome, Mr. Stewart. Well, make yourselves comfortable. There are hors d'oeuvres at the table, fruit punch at the bar. Help yourselves. [to Malcolm Stewart] Can I get you something, Mr. Stewart?
Grandpa:	No, thank you.
Carlson:	You can feel very proud of your grandson, Mr. Stewart.
Grandpa:	I do. I'm proud of all my grandchildren, Mr. Carlson.
Carlson:	Of course. Feel free to look around. If you need anything, just ask.
Grandpa:	Thank you.
Richard:	Harvey?
Carlson:	Yes?
Richard:	Did Mitchell Johnson's review come out yet?
Carlson:	Not yet. The newspapers don't come out till about ten o'clock. When they come out, we'll get it.
Richard:	Thanks.
A few minutes later.
Carlson:	[to Richard] Ready?
Richard:	Yes. Have the people arrived?
Carlson:	The guests are waiting. Tom's about to open the doors. Good luck! And stop worrying! They're going to love it.