Will you help me? Give me a cigarette? I'm learning to smoke now. Ever since that night in the park, I've been getting the habit.

Do all rich women play games like this?

[she draws near to kiss him]

Call me Rosalie.

[He slaps her] [She sticks the cigarette between her trembling lips and lights it. She draws a puff.]

I didn't think you would do that.

I didn't either.

You're scared, aren't you? You're scared. I'm scared too.

You think you're needing me to help you. You're not that kind. If you need anything, you help yourself.

I'm not what you think I am. I just try to be like that.

Keep on trying. You might make it.

Oh, Michael, what are we scared of?
[They kiss]