KARL
Well, what shall I say?
MIMI
Oh! You painters! It's always the same. First you say: "What an angel! What a Madonna! What a Venus! What color! What hair! What lines!" Then all of a sudden, it's: "Oh, my dear! Why, you've gone yellow." The next day you're green, and then it's: "I have no time today." And, first thing you know, you're—pooh! Landscapes. (Scornfully.)
[She goes to him above table at head of couch, takes his head in her hands.
Don't you like me?
KARL, smiling
Why, yes.
MIMI
If you were really nice, you would at least promise to marry me. All the other artists promised. They weren't so mean as you are! Oh yes, I know I am annoying you. I'm absolutely boring you.