She: I’m——
He: What difference does it make who you are? Let’s get married.
She: Can’t. I’m engaged.
He: Whom to?
She: What?
He: To who—who to?
She: Oh. Why, to Dawson Ryder and Skeets McCormick and Amory Patch and—to a boy named Wilson—don’t remember his first name and—to a Yale boy I met in the dark and don’t know any of his names or what he looks like and to—oh, lots of others.
He: You love me, don’t you?
(They kiss.)
She: I love you! I love you! I’m mad about you. I can’t do without you.