Jean: Are you always going to be interested in snakes? (She fools with his ear.)
Charles: (Almost crossly) In a way…snakes are my life.
Jean: (After a very long pause) What a life!
Charles: (After a pause) I suppose it sounds kind of silly…I mean I suppose I should have married…and gone into the brewing business which I suspect my father’s always wanted me to do…as a matter of fact he’s told me so fairly plainly…but I just don’t care for the brewing business.
Jean: You say that’s why you never married?
Charles: (Chuckling) Oh, no…it’s just that I’ve never met her, that’s all…I guess she’s somewhere in the world.
Jean: It would be too bad if you never bunked into each other.
Charles: (Shrugging) Well…
Jean: I suppose you know exactly what she looks like and everything.
Charles: I…I think I do.
Jean: I’ll bet she looks like… Marguerite in “Faust.”
Charles: No…she hasn’t…she isn’t…(He helps out with a gesture)…hefty enough for an opera singer.
Jean: Oh. How are her teeth?
Charles: (Startled) Hunh?
Jean: You should always pick one with good teeth…it saves expense later.
Charles: Oh…you’re kidding me…maybe you should.
Jean: Not badly. You have a right to have an ideal. I guess we all have an ideal.
Charles: What does yours look like?
Jean: He’s a little short guy with lots of money.
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