Dicey. Some? If you are sure I am not trespassing upon your good nature, I’ll start one here and finish it on my way home. (Minnie strikes a light.) Oh, you are too good.
Minnie. We must do something by way of return.
Dicey. Just order the car as if it were your own. I wish it was. It couldn’t have a fairer owner.
Minnie. I was going to pour you out a glass—but I’m a little afraid——
Dicey. All the wines of Bacchus would be less intoxicating than my last waltz with you.
Minnie. Then we must certainly swear off dancing!
Dicey. I’d as soon swear off living.
Minnie. Do you only live to dance?
Dicey. I think I only live to dance with you.
Minnie. Mr. Dicey!