Rose.
You always agree with me, and there's an end of it. So I have to rack my brains again.
Gerald.
All you say is so very wise and sensible. Of course I agree.
Rose.
I wonder if you'll think me sensible and wise in ten years.
Gerald.
I'm quite sure I shall.
Rose.
Why, then, I'm afraid we shan't cultivate any great brilliancy of repartee.