"Do we kiss again?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, please, don't look at me like that?"
"How do I look at you?"
"I don't know. We shan't have kissed at the first place."
"Now I feel uncomfortable."
"I'm sorry. You told me to."
"I know. But ... not yet. Please."
"I don't know what messed this all up. Shall we get back in again?"
"Don't you feel guilty about kissing me?"
"Well, us. Youre Family. Youre wife."
"Do you feel guilty?"
"I'm not married."
"Does it matter?"
"I don't have kids."
"I am sorry."
"I don't feel guilty."
"This isn't about guilt anyway. At least for me. You see, I like you very much. In some other situation we might have kissed up here. Maybe even more. And I done all sort of things like that. I find people admirable and most of them don't reject me, so we just do as we feel. But it's different with you. You see, it's nothing special about it. I like you. Everybody likes you. You're a star. The thing is, I want to like you in a special... in a humane and reasonable way. Because you are special, You deserve that. But I don't know, how to prove that to you. Or to me."
"Oh, I don't know."
"Yes, you are. And that is special."
"It's not because of what you said up here. I felt it already at the stage ... even much earlier: I don't just like you because of the way - nor the fact that you like me. Because, well you're right, there are many people that seem to like me. But you are special in some way ... you are special to me. You are ... unique to me."
"I don't quite know, how to explain ... I'd wish you'd understand, I'd wish you'd feel it, maybe you do."
"Jesus, I guess I just can't feel guilty kissing you, because it feels so right."
"It sounds just like the movies."
"But feels much better."