“For Pete’s sake!” you cry, exasperated. “Who on earth told you that? You don’t really think so, do you?”
“Why not? Don’t you take a lot for granted?”
“I never take anything for granted. Why do you wear blue? Because it’s becoming. Well, why do you want to look pretty? So that I’ll kiss you. Of course!”
“Don’t do that. I don’t want you to.”
“If I thought you meant it I’d stop. Look here——” Oh Lord, can’t I quit it? “Listen. You’re not consistent.”
“How?”
“You say that whatever people do must be all right, don’t you?”
“If everybody does it and it works out.”
“Well, doesn’t everybody do this?”
“Oh, no!”