Brian. Well, I'm not going to have it.
Dinah (childishly, sitting close to him). Oh, George! Look at us being husbandy!
Brian. You babe! I adore you. (He kisses her and holds her hands.) You know, you're rather throwing yourself away on me. Do you mind?
Dinah (putting her legs up on settee and reclining her head on his shoulder). Not a bit.
Brian. We shall never be rich, but we shall have lots of fun, and meet interesting people, and feel that we're doing something worth doing, and not getting paid nearly enough for it, and we can curse the Academy together and the British Public, and–oh, it's an exciting life.
Dinah (seeing it). I shall love it.
Brian (sincerely). I'll make you love it. You shan't be sorry, Dinah.
Dinah. You shan't be sorry either, Brian.
Brian (looking at her lovingly). Oh, I know I shan't.... What will Olivia think about it? Will she be surprised?
Dinah. Olivia? Oh, she's never surprised. She always seems to have thought of things about half an hour before they happen. George just begins to get hold of them about half an hour after they've happened. (Considering him, stroking his hair.) After all, there's no reason why George shouldn't like you, darling.