SHE. And I've no inclination toward municipal ownership. It's out of my world!
HE. It ought not to be out of the world of any intelligent person.
SHE. (turning her back on him) All right—if you want to call me stupid!
HE. (turning and looking away meditatively) It appears that we have very few tastes in common.
SHE. (tapping her foot) So it seems.
HE. If we married we might be happy for a month—
SHE. Perhaps.
They remain with their backs to each other.
HE. And then—the old story. Quarrels. . . .
SHE. I never could bear quarrels. . . .