Mary
Tell me about it. Maybe I can help.
Jack
No, if I told you about it, you’d hate me, too.
Mary
I don’t think anything could make me hate you, Jack.... [There is a pause. She leans back, pretends to be absorbed in the ruffles on her costume.] Did you mean it ... when you said you loved me?
Jack
Sure, didn’t you know that? I’m crazy about you....
Mary