You: You haven’t really tried. Give me a chance. (Kiss her again.) Now what do you think of it?
She: Not very much. Let’s go on talking instead.
You: That’s queer. You always tell me I talk too much. I think you don’t mind this so much as you say.
She: You want to think so. I just don’t see why it’s so wonderful. I couldn’t possibly rave the way you do, that’s all.
You: I don’t rave. It’s because I know what I’m talking about and you don’t.
She: You have a lot of nerve.
You: Well, you can see for yourself that you’re no judge. You don’t know anything about it. You said so yourself. And besides, if you’re going to do so much talking about it you’re wasting time until you know something.
She: It’s no use trying to argue with you, is it? I’m going home.
You: Now you’re just running away because you lost the argument. It isn’t my fault. You said you wanted me to talk. All right; I’ll stop talking.
(Kiss her.)