LANCELOT. It's no use. I can't even remember "in the first place," now.
GUENEVERE. Then—before we do remember—!
He takes her in his arms. They kiss each other—a long, long kiss.
LANCELOT. Sweetheart!
GUENEVERE. (holding him at arm's length) That was in the second place, Lancelot. If we kiss each other, we'll begin saying things like that—and perhaps believing them.
LANCELOT. What did I say?
GUENEVERE. Something very foolish.
LANCELOT. What, darling?
GUENEVERE. There, you did it again. Stop, or I shall be doing it, too.
I want to, you know.
LANCELOT. Want what?