Ann: Everything—anything.
Philip: There is nothing to tell.
Ann (teasing): You look like a man with a guilty secret.
Philip (startled): What are you driving at?
Ann (still gay): How should I know?
Philip: Well, I must be going.
Ann: Already?
Philip: Your guests will be arriving in a moment.
Ann: Philip, please say something nice to me before you go.
Philip: What do you mean by a nice thing?