You are forever so irritable! One can stay away from here for two weeks, rain and sunshine can have alternated ten times, and, when one does finally come again, he finds the same old cloud darkening your face!
CLARA.
Things used to be different!
LEONARD.
Correct! If you had always looked as you do now, we should never have become good friends!
CLARA.
What of it?
LEONARD.
So you feel yourself as free of me as that, do you? Perhaps it serves me right! Then [significantly] your recent toothache was a mere pretext!