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AMANDA: We're being so bad, so terribly bad, we'll suffer for this, I know we shall.
ELYOT: Can't be helped.
AMANDA: Starting all those awful rows all over again.
ELYOT: No, no, we're older and wiser now.
AMANDA: What difference does that make? The first moment either of us gets a bit nervy, off we'll go again.
ELYOT: Stop shilly-shallying, Amanda.
AMANDA: I'm trying to be sensible.
ELYOT: You're only succeeding in being completely idiotic.
AMANDA: Idiotic indeed! What about you?
ELYOT: Now look here Amanda
AMANDA[stricken]: Oh my God!
ELYOT [rushing to her and kissing her]: Darling, darling, I didn't mean it.
AMANDA: I won't move from here unless we have a compact, a sacred, sacred compact never to quarrel again.
ELYOT: Easy to make but difficult to keep.
AMANDA: No, no, it's the bickering that always starts it. The moment we notice we're bickering, either of us, we must promise on our honor to stop dead. We'll invent some phrase or catchword, which when either of us says it, automatically cuts off all conversation for at least five minutes.
ELYOT: Two minutes dear, with an option of renewal.
AMANDA: Very well, what shall it be?
ELYOT [hurriedly]: Solomon Isaacs.
AMANDA: All right, that'll do.
ELYOT: Come on, come on.
AMANDA: What shall we do if we meet either of them on the way downstairs?
ELYOT: Run like stags.
AMANDA: What about clothes?
ELYOT: I've got a couple of bags I haven't unpacked yet.
AMANDA: I've got a small trunk.
ELYOT: Send the porter up for it.
AMANDA: Oh this is terrible - terrible -
ELYOT: Come on, come on, don't waste time.
AMANDA: Oughtn't we to leave notes or something?
ELYOT: No, no, no, we'll telegraph from somewhere on the road.
AMANDA: Darling, I daren't, it's too wicked of us, I simply daren't.
ELYOT [seizing her in his arms and kissing her violently]: Now will you behave?
AMANDA: Yes, but Elyot darling -
ELYOT: Solomon Isaacs!
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