"- She wants to leave us alone. To convert me to the cause of love.

- I'd like to help.

- So, what must I do?

Do I blush? Play shy?

Do I say "Oh, please do, honey"? "Yes, my love"?

- I like "Yes, my love." Not bad at all.

- A woman in love is helpless. Like a begging dog.

- Her tongue hanging out. Slobbering. Not a pretty sight...

Are you nervous?

- No...

- Yes, you are."