 Oh, you're so inscrutable and quizzical. Just what a feminine psychologist should be. Oh, yes, aren't I? You frighten me dreadfully. Darling. Don't call me darling. That's unreasonable. You've been trying to make me all evening. Your conceit is outrageous. It's not conceit at all. You've been firmly buttering me up because you want a nice little intrigue. How dare you? Ha, ha, it's true, it's true. If it weren't, you wouldn't be so angry. I think you're insufferable. Myra.