Less looks down; Dolly has emerged from her slumber on his lap, lifting her head above the bar with one paw; the pose is that of a celebrity rolling down the window of her limousine, ostensibly to look at the crowds but in actuality to be adored by them. “What the fuck is your name, baby?” “This is Dolly.” “Well, hello fucking Dolly!” Less cannot tell if she is referencing the 1964 Jerry Herman musical or the 1969 Gene Kelly film version or simply speaking English.
