Paris. Egoist.
Helena [assuming an irresistible pose]. I'm tired of being only lovely. He doesn't realize the meaning of spiritual intercourse, of soul communion.
Paris. Fool!
Helena. You dare call Moo Moo a fool?
Paris. Has he not been too blind to see that your soul outshines your beauty? [Then, very dramatically.] You're stifling!
Helena [clearing her throat]. I—I—
Paris. He has made you sit upon your wings. [Helena, jumping up, shifts her position.] You are groping in the darkness.
Helena. Don't be silly. It's very light in here.
Paris [undisturbed]. You are stumbling, and I have come to lead you.
[He steps toward her.]