Jean:
They seemed to like me, didn't they?
Eddie:
You're stallin' me, Jean.
Jean:
You've been awfully good to me.
Eddie:
I improve with age. You want the Brooklyn Bridge, all you gotta do is ask for it. If I can't buy it, I'll steal it. Well?
Jean:
Eddie, I don't know.
Eddie:
Whaddya mean, you don't know?
Jean:
I haven't had time to think about it.
Eddie:
You've had plenty of time. I didn't have to tell you the way I felt about you. You must have seen it in a million ways.
Jean:
I have.
Eddie:
Well?
Jean:
I don't know, Eddie, I just don't know.
Eddie:
But don't you know the way you feel about me, whether you like me or whether you don't?
Jean:
Oh, I do like you, but...I just can't tell you.
Eddie:
I know what's botherin' you. Maybe Panama was right. Maybe you and me don't play in the same league. Yeah, that's it. You don't like the racket I'm in. You don't like the people I know or the things I do. It's not me, it's what I stand for, am I right?
Jean:
Why I...
Eddie:
Yeah, I am right. Well, I'm not gonna let this stand between you and me, not the way I feel about you. I'll get out. A few more years in this business, I'll have enough dough...so we can settle down and forget all this. How does that sound to ya?
Jean:
Why, it sounds all right.
