She: No, I didn’t mean that. Stop. Please stop.
You: No, I won’t. You need convincing.
She: But....
You: You mustn’t talk for five minutes. That’s reasonable, isn’t it? Five minutes!
She: All right. (Seven minutes elapse.) The five minutes must be up.
You: What did you say?
She: The five minutes are over.
You: What of it? What’s five minutes when the whole evening will be over in a short time? All of the evenings will be over some day. And you’re quarreling about five minutes. Oh, stop talking!
She: But.... Oh, all right.