Oh, you're hopeless. You haven't the mistiest notion of civilization here.
Yeah, well, maybe I don't think so much of it, though. Maybe clean hospitals, concrete highways, and no soldiers along the Canadian border come near my idea of civilization. There are 20 million automobiles in America. Now, I've contributed something to every single one of them from my own personal civilization. And if that isn't more than knowing how to order dinner as your friend the madam...
You don't want to learn. I could teach you. I belong here. They accept me here.
Yeah? Well, I'm gonna get out of this town and back to doing something, and take you along.
Well, I'm not going, Sam.
Oh, yes, you are.
No, I'm not. I think you and I need a vacation from each other.
Well, I don't feel that way about it. I think I've been weak with you long enough.
Besides, I've rented a villa with Renee for the summer at Montreux on Lake Geneva in Switzerland. I've signed the lease.
Well, I think you might have told me.
I got my own money.
