JOHN: Nothing is worthwhile without effort.
PRISCILLA: Sounds like Miles Standish; many things I do without effort are worthwhile; I am beautiful without the slightest effort.
JOHN: Yes, you're right. I could kiss you without any effort—and that would be worthwhile—perhaps.
PRISCILLA: Kissing me would prove nothing. I kiss as casually as I breathe.
JOHN: And if you didn't breathe—or kiss—you would die.
PRISCILLA: Any woman would.
JOHN: Then you are like other women. How unfortunate.
PRISCILLA: I am like no woman you ever knew.
JOHN: You arouse my curiosity.
PRISCILLA: Curiosity killed a cat.