"I can't bear to look," Marc said. "I may shoot myself."
"What!" Julie said, then smiled. "Oh, it's all this bare skin that upsets you, eh?"
Marc winced anew. "Doesn't it bother you?" he asked.
"You'll never know how much," Julie said, "but they say it's good for the health and the morals."
"Morals!" Marc said. "I'm surprised you even know the word any longer. I think I'd better leave."
"Well, if I can face all this, surely you can, too," Julie said. "You still haven't explained what you're doing with that gun."
The skinny nude gentleman stirred anxiously. "Are you people going to go on chatting all day?" he asked plaintively. "My leaves are beginning to wilt."
"Your leaves," Julie said tartly, "are no concern of ours."
"If they droop just a little bit farther they'll be everybody's concern," the man said wanly.
"Yes, they certainly will," Marc shuddered. He turned in Julie's direction. "I hope your leaves are holding up all right."