You don't think a woman can change?

Sure. But change is fun, for a while.

For a while. What a rat you are Devlin!

All right. You've been sober for eight days. And as far as I know, you've made no new conquests.

Well, that's something.

Eight days. Practically white-washed.

I'm very happy here. Why won't you let me be happy?

No one is stopping you.

Why don't you give that copper's brain of yours a rest? Every time you look at me, I can see it running over its slogans: 'Once a crook, always a crook,' 'Once a tramp, always a tramp.' Go on. You can hold my hand. I won't blackmail you for it afterwards. Scared?

I've always been scared of women, but I'll get over it.

Now you're scared of yourself. You're afraid you'll fall in love with me.

That wouldn't be hard.

Oh now, careful, careful.

You enjoy making fun of me, don't you?

No Dev, I'm making fun of myself. I'm pretending I'm a nice, unspoiled child whose heart is full of daisies and buttercups.

Nice daydream. Then what?

I think I will have another drink.

I thought you'd get around to it.

Make it a double...Why won't you believe in me, Devlin - just a little? Why won't you? I know why you won't, Devlin. You're sore. You're sore because you're falling for a little drunk you've taken in Miami and you don't like it. It makes you sick all over, doesn't it? People will laugh at you. The invincible Devlin, in love with someone who isn't worth even wasting the words on. Poor Dev, in love with a no-good gal. It must be awful. I'm sorry.