Marcel. Françoise, you are an extremist!
Françoise. You think so?
Marcel. You are.
Françoise. Well?
Marcel. I know your philosophy is nothing but love. [A pause.] You cry sometimes, don't you? When I'm not here?
Françoise. Just a little.
Marcel. I make you very unhappy! When you are sad, don't conceal it from me, Françoise; one of your tears would make me do anything in the world for you.
Françoise. One, yes! But, many?
Marcel. Don't make fun of me: I am serious. If I told you that my affection for you is as great as yours, I—
Françoise. You would be lying.