MELISANDE. Pleasant, good at games, dependable—not very clever, perhaps, but making enough money—
BOBBY. Well, I mean, that's not so bad.
MELISANDE. Oh, but I want so much more!
BOBBY. What sort of things?
MELISANDE. Oh, Bobby, you're so—so ordinary!
BOBBY. Well, dash it all, you didn't want me to be a freak, did you?
MELISANDE. So—commonplace. So—unromantic.
BOBBY. I say, steady on! I don't say I'm always reading poetry and all that, if that's what you mean by romantic, but—commonplace! I'm blessed if I see how you make out that.
MELISANDE. Bobby, I don't want to hurt your feelings—
BOBBY. Go on, never mind my feelings.