Lucy:
I took a sudden dislike to the suite...Oh, it was beautiful at first glance. Then I thought how ugly it would be - in the morning.
Kyle:
Guilty as charged.
Lucy:
I was tempted.
Kyle:
Was it easy to overcome?
Lucy:
Yes, you made it easy.
Kyle:
How, by throwing my money at you?
Lucy:
No. No, it wasn't that.
Kyle:
What, then?
Lucy:
It was the ride. 'Up in the blue' as you call it.
Kyle:
Talked too much, didn't I?
Lucy:
No. It was good talk. Only something happened to me, something as unexpected as the things you told me. I tried to tell myself it was, I don't know, sympathy, compassion. But it was more.
Kyle:
Let's... let's get out of here. Cigarette? We'll put you on the next plane to New York.
Lucy:
Thank you.
Kyle:
I'm...sorrier than I've ever been in my whole sorry life. I hope you believe me.
Lucy:
Is it important that I do?
Kyle:
Very, because I... I want to start all over again... with you.
Lucy:
How?
Kyle:
Suppose-- Just suppose I came to New York again. Not to play, but to work, to behave like-- like Tom, Dick and Harry. I-I'd ask you for dates, take you to lunches, to the movies. I'd be... happy with a good night kiss. I'd think seriously about all the things I used to laugh at, like having a wife and a home... and kids. Right now there's one thing you don't have to suppose. I'm in love with you. So much so that... I want to marry you.
