FRANCHOT TONE AS JIMMY KILMARTIN: Well, it’s like this . . . NANA BRYANT AS MEG SWIFT: That’s enough, Jimmy. When anything starts, “Well, it’s like this,” you can’t explain it. “What are we going to do?” Ruth asks. She is driving me home after our dinner with Jean and Hanna. Which was just shy of intolerable. “We can’t do anything; it isn’t our business.” “The hell it isn’t! That little twinklepants is clearly gearing up to take Jean for quite a ride.” I’m hard-pressed to disagree. Hanna was beyond annoying. We knew she was young, but on top of that, she is also young for her age, putting on all sorts of baby talk voices, pouting when the waiter told her they were out of the lemon tart. Pretty, of course; amazing body, to be sure; but her personality was ridiculously grating. She never stopped talking, mostly about herself, and divulged mortifying graphic details about her sex life with Jean.
