MAN
But if she’s good—
PIERROT (hopelessly)
Ah, that’s the trouble. She’s good. A man can’t live on goodness alone. It gets on his nerves.
MAN
And what else should he live on?
PIERROT (passionately)
Thrills—passions—longings! The kisses that make dreams—the touches of hands that make the songs come tumbling out of you—
MAN (laughing)
Oho, but it ought to be easy enough for a handsome young master like you to get those things!