The Melancholy Young Lady. Can't we remain here? Let us enjoy the spring in the garden.
The Jovial Young Man. Let's play tennis. A little exercise is the best cure for romance. And you can enjoy your spring out there as well—you dreamer. [They laugh.]
The Disagreeable Young Man. You are as loud as the besiegers of Jericho in your planning.
The Jovial Young Man. Behold! He speaketh. [They laugh.]
The Disagreeable Young Man. You are so overbearing in your jollifications that it is positively disgusting. For the past hour you have been giggling away without the slightest reason. You have so much leisure you do not know what to do with yourselves.
The Brunette Young Lady. Curt, must you always be the killjoy in a party!
The Disagreeable Young Man. If you would at least take yourselves off from here.
The Brunette Young Lady. But admit that to-day there is reason enough for every kind of jollity.
The Disagreeable Young Man. Is there, indeed? You have finished a costly banquet and now are enjoying a good digestion. You are young and have a healthy animal appetite; but why deck sentimentalism on your horns?
The Polite Young Man. Your pardon! Do you suppose that all a person gets out of this remarkable occasion is a good dinner? Have you no appreciation? Do you realize what this day means to all of us?