Jacques:
The car is waiting, Madame.
Mme. Colet:
I won't need the car. I'm not going.
Gaston/LaValle:
Jacques...Madame has changed her mind. She'll be down in a minute...
Mme. Colet:
But I told you I don't want to go.
Gaston/LaValle:
But you have an engagement, and I don't want people to talk.
Mme. Colet:
Talk, about me? About us?
Gaston/LaValle:
Precisely.
Mme. Colet:
Afraid I'm ruining your reputation, Monsieur LaValle?
Gaston/LaValle:
No, yours Madame.
Mme. Colet:
Monsieur LaValle, I have a confession to make to you. You like me. In fact, you're crazy about me. Otherwise, you wouldn't think about my reputation. Isn't that so? But incidently, I don't like you. I don't like you at all! And I wouldn't hesitate one instant to ruin your reputation - [She snaps her fingers] - like that!
Gaston/LaValle:
You wouldn't?
Mme. Colet:
No, I wouldn't!
Gaston/LaValle:
[snapping his fingers] Like that?
Mme. Colet:
[snapping her fingers again] Like that!
Gaston/LaValle:
I know all your tricks.
Mme. Colet:
And you're going to fall for them.
Gaston/LaValle:
So you think you can get me?
Mme. Colet:
Any minute I want.
Gaston/LaValle:
You're conceited.
Mme. Colet:
But attractive.
Gaston/LaValle:
Now let me tell you...
Mme. Colet:
Shut up - kiss me! [They kiss] Wasting all this marvelous time with arguments...[They kiss again)]
