No man could stand it.

Penelope.

Papa, what do you mean?

Golightly.

My dear, you’ve loved him morning, noon, and night. You’ve loved him when he talked, and you’ve loved him when he was silent. You’ve loved him walking, you’ve loved him eating, you’ve loved him sleeping. He’s never been able to escape from your love.

Penelope.

But I couldn’t help it.

Golightly.

You need not have shown it.

Penelope.