You should be. I'll sort this mess out when I get back. (slams the door as he leaves)
(Next scene—Harry is storming up the plane ramp, umbrella in hand)
Damn, damn, damn, DAMN! I've grown accustomed to his face! He almost makes the day begin! I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistles night and noon...His smiles, his frowns, his ups, his downs are second nature to me now, like—
(Glasses beep shrilly)
Er, excuse me, Galahad...are you quite ready for takeoff?
(embarrassed) Yes, ready.
(He sighs, takes a seat, and leans back in his chair)
(softly) I've grown accustomed to his face...