HE. No? (Trying to strike a match. It is wet. So are the others.)
SHE. You didn't have to!
HE. I tried to explain that I was not your mother, but you seemed to know better. (He throws the cigarette away.) You insisted. I couldn't help it.
SHE. (After a pause, coquettishly) What do you mean: you couldn't "help it"?
HE. (Perfectly willing to flirt) You know—(He hesitates.)
SHE. (Encouragingly) Yes?
HE. You're a pretty girl—a deucedly pretty girl.
SHE. Oh, no!
HE. But you are; honor bright!
SHE. You really think so?