Jeremy

A: Jeremy. Where is he?
B: Jeremy? Paris. He's...
A: In Paris? With his parents? Please, tell me: Is he wearing fleece?
B: He'd better be, and burning reams of kerosene. It's ten degrees. That Paris breeze makes a scary scene.--His parents leave for CDG from the Carribean at three fifteen. He's getting married, see.
A: Jeremy's as very keen on Cheryl Lee as he's ever been.
B: I don't care to see him marry a Lee. I wish he'd married me when we were thirty three. I don't think I can bear the grief.
A: Really? Jeremy would've married ye?
B: Verily. He'd stare at me no matter where I'd be.
A: I fail to see how that'd mean he'd marry ye.
B: Listen carefully and bear with me.
A: I can't. This is wearing me......out.