Rosa Moline:
You could get me out.
Neil Latimer:
Sure I could. But why should I?
Rosa Moline:
I'm the kind of woman you need.
Neil Latimer:
Rosa, you're a scream. Don't you know that half the society dames in Chicago trot their daughters out for my inspection? Like fillies at a racetrack. Girls with beauty, breeding, accomplishments. Girls who 've been places. Speak languages.
Rosa Moline:
[Indignant]
Not yours.
Neil Latimer:
Maybe I want to learn theirs.
Rosa Moline:
You can't teach an old dog new tricks. I want you to marry me.
[He laughs at her and then she slaps him. They kiss passionately]
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