ROLE. I'm not going to argue. Only things don't stand still. Homes aren't any more proof against change than anything else.
JILL. All right! You come and try and take ours.
ROLF. We don't want to take your home.
JILL. Like the Jackmans'?
ROLF. All right. I see you're hopelessly prejudiced.
[He turns to go.]
JILL. [Just as he is vanishing—softly] Enemy?
ROLF. [Turning] Yes, enemy.
JILL. Before the battle—let's shake hands.
[They move from the lintels and grasp each other's hands in the centre of the French window.] CURTAIN