Westward Passage

Olivia:
Oh, this is heavenly, Nick!

Nick Allen:
Yes, this is the bedroom. Ha-ha-ha.

Olivia:
I'd go bare-legged with you.

Olivia:
It isn't such a very good idea to look back, is it? When its all ended.

Nick Allen:
Now, run along now, darling. Your Mother and your Father have some weighty matters to talk over. Yes, we wish to discuss the advantages of a westward passage as against an eastward passage. Good night, my dear.

Olivia:
As a matter of fact, I'd hardly know him.

Nick Allen:
No. No, but you did know me.

Olivia:
No longer intimately, Nick.

Nick Allen:
Well what is left, of our love, I mean?

Olivia:
I hardly know. It's in an urn. A sealed urn.

Count Felipe DeLatorie:
This gentleman, not that I blame him, guards you like a Spaniard guards his wife on their honeymoon.

Nick Allen:
Mrs. Ottendorf is my wife.

Olivia:
That joke is not funny.

Nick Allen:
Well, was my wife.

Count Felipe DeLatorie:
Was your wife?

Olivia:
A long time ago.

Nick Allen:
Still is in South Carolina. South Carolina doesn't recognize divorce.

Olivia:
I'm going in, Nick.

Nick Allen:
Just take one look at the moon. I had if full tonight, especially for you.

Olivia:
No, I'm very tired.

Nick Allen:
This is the perfect place to be tired. Be tired in my arms.

Olivia:
I want to go in, Nick.

Nick Allen:
You want to go in because you're afraid I'm going to make love to you. You're quite right. I am.

Olivia:
No you're not, Nick. Good night.

Olivia:
I'd rather you made love to me without an audience.

Nick Allen:
Audience?

Olivia:
China boy.

Nick Allen:
Oh, don't worry about Chung. He even bathes me.

Olivia:
He isn't going to bathe me!

Nick Allen:
Listen, dear, you wouldn't object to a goldfish in your bathroom, would you? Well, he's really just a goldfish, that's all. Yes, he does everything in this house, except write my books for me. I can't allow that.

Olivia:
Can't see myself with a two-legged goldfish as a maid.

Olivia:
Oh, please, Nick! Can't you make that China boy stop?