Joan: That’s tempting. But I like hotels. You leave with the same things you came in with. And little soaps. I love those.
Roger: I wish I knew what you wanted, Joannie.
Joan: I love this, Roger. But, a week is a considerable length of time, and, I have my own world. I go out, I have parties, I have friends over…
Roger: Male friends?
Joan: Yes.
Roger: I don’t want to hear this.
Joan: Carol and I have a nice little rotation.
Roger: The disaster?
Joan: I’ve known Carol since college and she’s been a good friend to me. She’s very bright. And she’s neat.
Roger: So you think you’d be lonely?
Joan: I think it’d be half as much fun alone.
Roger: You could get a bird. They’re fairly neat for animals.
Joan: Oh Roger, if you had your way I’d be stranded in some paperweight with my legs stuck in the air.
Roger: You’re just gonna paint that picture and go, huh?
He rolls over on top of her, loosening her hair. She smiles, strokes his ·face.
Joan: Can’t we just enjoy this? I mean, we both know eventually I’ll find a more permanent situation and you’ll find a new model. The ‘61’s are coming out soon. I hear the fins are going to be bigger next year.
Roger: Whatever you want, Red.
