John: That’s easy to say when you’re forty.
Colin: You’re being very unpleasant to me to-night.
John: I agree with Gwen. Nobody can know until they’ve tried.
Gwen: What d’you mean, “tried”?
Colin: Oh, my God, where’s a drink?
[He gets up to help himself to one.
John: Frankie, it’s been on the tip of my tongue during these last months to ask you where you wanted to go most in all the world: and then to ask you to come with me there, straight away.
Gwen: What fun! Would you have gone?
Frankie: Of course not.
Gwen: I don’t see why. A sort of trial affair.