She: I do.
You: No you don’t. You don’t really like to keep your stockings mended, or your hair curled. You just like the feeling afterwards that you did what you should have done. Isn’t it true? Well, then, if someone hadn’t taught you to like that feeling you wouldn’t be doing those things. Now, the things I like, I wasn’t taught. I like to eat. Nobody ever had to tell me to do that. I like to sleep, and swim, and sail, and kiss girls, just because it’s fun. Itself. No reason for it, except that if I keep on this way I can go on doing these things and having fun until I die. I won’t want to die, then.
She: Well, I think you’re the lazy one. Where would we all be?...
You: I don’t know, but wherever it was we’d probably like it just as well.
(Lean over suddenly and kiss her.)
She: Don’t do that!
You: Why not? (Kiss her again.)
She: Stop. Why should I?
You: There you go again, asking questions. Why? Because it’s fun.
She: I don’t think it’s so much fun.