Joscelyn: I find your songs singularly lacking in point, singer.
Martin: You surprise me, Mistress Joscelyn. The kiss was the point.
Joscelyn: It is like you to think so. It is just like you to think a—a—a—
Martin: —kiss—
Joscelyn: Sufficient conclusion to any circumstances.
Martin: Isn't it?
Joscelyn: My goodness! You might as soon ask, is a peardrop sufficient for a body's dinner.
Martin: It would suffice me. I love peardrops. But then I am a man. Women doubtless need more substance, being in themselves more insubstantial. Now as to your quarrel with my song—
Joscelyn: It is of no consequence. You raise expectations which you do not fulfill. But it is not of the least consequence.
Martin: Dear Mistress Joscelyn, my only desire is to please you. We will not conclude on a kiss. You shall fulfill your own expectations.