Cat People1942

Irena:
I was watching you.

Oliver:
That was fun?

Irena:
Mmm-hmm.

Oliver:
Do you love me, Irena? [She nods] You know I love you, don't you? I've never kissed you. Do you know, that's funny.

Irena:
Why?

Oliver:
When people in America are in love, or even think they're in love, they've usually kissed long ago. Well? [She bites her lip] Irena, what's wrong?

Irena:
I've lived in dread of this moment. I've never wanted to love you. I've stayed away from people. I lived alone. I didn't want this to happen.

Oliver:
But you just told me you loved me.

Irena:
I do. I do! I've fled from the past. Some things you could never know, or understand, evil things, evil.

Oliver:
Now, you've told me something of the past, about King John and the witches in the village and the Cat People who descended from them. They're fairy-tales, Irena, fairy tales heard in your childhood, nothing more than that. They have nothing to do with you, really. You're Irena, you're here in America. You're so normal you're even in love with me, Oliver Reed, a good plain Americano. You're so normal you're gonna marry me, and those fairy-tales, you can tell 'em to our children. They'll love 'em.