Olivia. Oh, George!
George (beaming, rising and backing away to L. a little). And lunch at the Carlton, what?
Olivia (nodding eagerly). Oh!
George. And–and a bit of a honeymoon in Paris?
Olivia. Oh, what fun!
George (hungrily). Give me a kiss, old girl.
Olivia (lovingly). George!
(She holds up her cheek to him. He kisses it, and then suddenly takes her in his arms.)
George. Don't ever leave me, old girl.
Olivia (affectionately). Don't ever send me away, old boy.