(Looking at her admiringly for a moment.) Ah, you beauty! You've made me mad for you. I'll crush you into submission as you crushed me into submission at the dance to-night. You beat me down to my knees, but I'll bring you down on your knees to me till you're glad to kiss the toe of my moccasin.
(He surveys her again.)
And now, you beauty, you beauty, I am thirsty for your lips again.
(He starts to bend her back again, but she revises to struggle, holding her face up to him defiantly. He pauses.)
Well, why don't you fight and scratch and claw around some?
FREDA
Because I won't give you the chance to pull and haul and maul me around, that is all.
VANDERLIP
(Who, as usual, is baffled by a change of attitude.)
Then I'll kiss you.