Let me do something to help you.

Oh, no thanks. Now you've just made your apologies. Let's just go back to our mutual disregard of each other, hmm?

Mr. Robie. I was wrong about you, I think. You might possibly be wrong about me.

Well now, that's another thing that I may never know. If you'll pardon me...[He turns to leave - and she grabs his arm]

I won't pardon you. I'm in love with you!

That's a ridiculous thing to say.

Is it?

To you, words are just playthings.

[pouting]

Word playthings.

I'll make you a sporting, exciting offer.

I don't know if I'm up to it now.