Paris. You don't seem very patient. Can't I tell my story in my own way? They asked me for the apple I was eating and I asked them what they'd give for it.
Menelaus. I'm not interested in market quotations.
Paris. You take everything so literally. I'm sure you're easily bored.
Menelaus [with meaning]. I am.
Paris [going on cheerfully]. The first was to give me all the money she could beg, and the second was to tell me all the truth she could learn by listening, and the third promised me a pretty girl. So I chose—
[He hesitates.]
Analytikos. You cannot escape by spinning out your tale.
Paris. Death is the end of one story and the beginning of another.
Menelaus. Well! Well! Come to the point. Which did you choose?
Paris [smiling]. Well, you see I'd been in the hills for a long while, so I picked the girl.