JOSEPH. You both lied to each other.
MADAM POTIPHAR. About what?
JOSEPH. About me.
MADAM POTIPHAR. (sitting up) Your conceit is insufferable!
JOSEPH. (rising politely) I hope so.
MADAM POTIPHAR. Is that a dismissal?
JOSEPH. If you will be so kind.
MADAM POTIPHAR. You interest me more and more.
JOSEPH. I feared as much.
MADAM POTIPHAR. I detest you!
JOSEPH. It is one of the symptoms.