[entering the hotel room, which has only one bed]

Is, uh, this it?

You mean, uh...

Yeah.

Well, yes. You see, I-I-I-I-I, I'm quite sure that they'll manage to find a cot for us. I asked them downstairs in the lobby to find a cot.

A cot?

Yes.

You're crazy.

Why, my darling?

Because, my darling, when my darling mother finds out, she's going to divorce you and strangle me.

Yes, now look, now. I have a great feeling of, um, tenderness for you. While your mother is ill, I'm responsible for your welfare. We're not rich, but while we travel, we should be obliged - we should be thrown a good deal together - two people sharing one room inevitably enter into a kind of, um, how should I say? A kind of, hmm...

Aren't you going to go down and see about the cot?