Are you glad to see me again?
I sense a reservation.
Well, I suppose there is one.
What’s the good of it?
You’re a strange girl, aren’t you? What’s the good of anything? What’s the good of living?
That’s a question too.
Oh, now wait a minute. I’m not going to let you get away with that. The wonderful things about living is that, this sort of thing can happen. In the shadow of a death raid, I can meet you and feel more intensely alive than walking around in peacetime and taking my life for granted. I still don’t get it, not quite.
Your face. It’s all youth, all beauty.
What is it you still don’t get?
You know, when I left you this afternoon, I couldn’t remember what you looked like, not for the life for me. I thought, was she pretty? Was she ugly? What was she like? I couldn’t remember. I simply had to get to that theater tonight to see what she looked like.
Do you think you will remember me now?
I think so, I think so, for the rest of my life.