Lolita1962

Lolita:
[entering the hotel room, which has only one bed] Is, uh, this it?

Humbert:
You mean, uh...

Lolita:
Yeah.

Humbert:
Well, yes. You see, I-I-I-I-I, I'm quite sure that they'll manage to find a cot for us. I asked them downstairs in the lobby to find a cot.

Lolita:
A cot?

Humbert:
Yes.

Lolita:
You're crazy.

Humbert:
Why, my darling?

Lolita:
Because, my darling, when my darling mother finds out, she's going to divorce you and strangle me.

Humbert:
Yes, now look, now. I have a great feeling of, um, tenderness for you. While your mother is ill, I'm responsible for your welfare. We're not rich, but while we travel, we should be obliged - we should be thrown a good deal together - two people sharing one room inevitably enter into a kind of, um, how should I say? A kind of, hmm...

Lolita:
Aren't you going to go down and see about the cot?