Could this be the origin of the “Hopeless Romantic Waiting By The Telephone” monologue? It’s certainly one of the best. Ms. Parker really nails down the humor and horror of obsessive, neurotic love:
PLEASE, God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now. I won’t ask anything else of You, truly I won’t. It isn’t very much to ask. It would be so little to You, God, such a little, little thing. Only let him telephone now. Please, God. Please, please, please.