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AMANDA: This is far too perfect to last.
ELYOT: You have no faith, that's what's wrong with you.
AMANDA: Absolutely none.
ELYOT: Don't you believe in - ?
[He nods upwards.]
AMANDA: No, do you?
ELYOT [shaking his head]: No. What about - ?
[He points downwards.]
AMANDA: Oh, dear no.
ELYOT: Don't you believe in anything?
AMANDA: Oh yes, I believe in being kind to everyone, and giving money to old beggar women, and being as gay as possible.
ELYOT: What about after we're dead?
AMANDA: I think a rather gloomy merging into everything, don't you?
ELYOT: I hope not; I'm a bad merger.
AMANDA: You won't know a thing about it.
ELYOT: I hope for a glorious oblivion, like being under gas.
AMANDA: I always dream the most peculiar things under gas.
ELYOT: Would you be young always? If you could choose?
AMANDA: No, I don't think so, not if it meant having awful bull's glands
popped into me.
ELYOT: Cow's for you, dear. Bull's for me.
AMANDA: We certainly live in a marvellous age.
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