[originaltext]W: Do you like the dress?M: I love it.W: I designed it myself.

W: Do you like the dress?
M: I love it.
W: I designed it myself.
M: It’s beautiful.
W: Are you ready? We’re supposed to be there before the guests arrive.
M: I know. I know. Help me with this tie, will you? Honey, I’m scared to death.
W: But this is what you’ve been working for all these years, you really deserve it.
M: No, no. I worked to put together a book of photographs. This is show business.
W: Well, it’s all part of the same job. Just relax and enjoy it.
M: You’re right. I earned this, and I’m going to enjoy it. Just a minute, as soon as I recover from my nervous breakdown.
W: What are you afraid of?
M: 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. Oh, my new shoes hurt my feet...
W: You’re going to be a great success. Are you ready?
M: As soon as I get these buttons on.
W: Let me help. Morn and Dad are already on their way down to the gallery. There! You look very attractive.
M: Thank you. Well, I suppose I’ve run out of excuses.
W: Mm-hmm. Let’s go...
M: 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.
W: Thanks. Now, no more putting off, ok? Let’s go.