Pierrot. You want me to listen to you grumbling, I suppose.
Pierrette. Just now you said I was always cheerful.
Pierrot. There you are; girding at me again.
Pierrette. I'm sorry, Pierrot. But the market-place is dreadfully wet, and your shoes are awfully thin.
Pierrot. I tell you I will not stop in. I'm going out to find that girl. How do I know she isn't the very woman of my dreams?
Pierrette. Why are you always trying to picture an ideal woman?
Pierrot. Don't you ever picture an ideal man?
Pierrette. No, I try to be practical.
Pierrot. Women are so unimaginative! They are such pathetic, motherly things, and when they feel extra motherly they say, "I'm in love." All that is so sordid and petty. I want a woman I can set on a pedestal, and just look up at her and love her.
Pierrette [speaking very fervently].