“come on, admit it. sometimes you think i’m all right.”
“occasionally, maybe… when you aren’t acting like a scoundrel.”
“scoundrel? scoundrel? i like the sound of that.”
“stop that.”
“stop what?”
“stop that. my hands are dirty.”
“my hands are dirty too. what are you afraid of?”
“afraid?”
“you’re trembling.”
“i’m not trembling.”
“you like me ‘cause i’m a scoundrel. not enough scoundrels in your life.”
“i happen to like nice men.”
“i’m a nice man.”
“no, you’re not. you’re…”