"How do you know?"
"I don't know how I know, but I know," Elizabeth said. "I'm a girl, and I know."
"I guess you are," Buddy said. "I never thought of it before, but you're a girl and you've got a line on girls. Do I look pretty punk to you? Cadaverous and all that?"
"You are the handsomest thing," Elizabeth cried, "that I ever saw, Buddy. You used to be good looking, but now you've got a kind of—look—a soulful look—that——"
"That'll do. I was only interested in my physical aspect."
"Well, that's perfect," Elizabeth said.
"Is my face clean?"
"Let me see. Yes, it is, perfectly."
"Then I won't go upstairs at all. You just sit around and help me kill time till she comes."
"Oh, Buddy, can I kiss you just once?"