MARY. You can trust him.
LEONARD. That’s something, isn’t it?
MARY. A good deal.
LEONARD. [Sharply.] Now, now, now. You’re contrasting him with me. You’re thinking that I can’t be trusted. You mustn’t do that. Weren’t you, now?
MARY. I was thinking of you both.
LEONARD. You’re married to me, Mary.
MARY. I’m not complaining.
LEONARD. Do you love me, Mary?
MARY. [After a short pause.] Sometimes I think I do.
LEONARD. Do you think I love you?