You never let me have any fun.
No fun? You have all the fun in the world. We have fun together, don't we? Ay, whenever you want something, I buy it for you automatically. I take you to concerts, to museums, to movies. I do all the housework. Who does the-the tidying up? I do. Who does the cooking? I do. You and I have lots of fun - don't we Lolita?
Completely. You know that.
You know what I want more than anything else in the world?
What do you want?
I want you to be proud of me.
I am proud of you, Lolita.
No, I mean really proud of me. You see, they want me for the lead in the school play. Isn't that fantastic? And I have to have a letter from you, giving your permission.
Who wants you?
Well, ...the drama teacher, Clare Quilty, and Vivian Darkbloom.
And who might they be?
They're the authors. They're here to supervise the production.
But you've never acted before.
Oh, they say I have a unique and rare talent.
And how do they know that?
Well, we had readings. I was chosen over thirty other girls.
That's the first I've heard about it.
I know. I wanted to surprise you.
And you suddenly are, overnight, an actress. Well, it's out of the question.
Out of the question?
I don't want you in that atmosphere.
What atmosphere? It's just a school play.
I've told you over and over again. I don't want you mixing with those boys. It's just another excuse to make dates with them, and to get together close with them.
You don't love me.
I do love you.
You don't love me.
I do love you, Lolita.
You're driving me crazy. You won't let me do anything. You just want to keep me locked up with you in this filthy house!...Someday you're going to regret this. You'll be sorry...
