OLIVIA: But when you're alone?
DAN: Then I act more than ever I do.
OLIVIA: Why?
DAN: I dunno; 'cause I like it.... (_Breaking the scene, pulling a
chair round to the table_) Now what d'ye say if _I_ ask a
question or two for a change? (_Sitting in the chair facing her_)
Just for a change.... Why can't you take a bit of an interest in some
other body but me?
OLIVIA (_taken aback_): I'm not interested in you. Only you don't
talk. That's bound to make people wonder.
DAN: I can talk a lot sometimes. A drop o' drink makes a power o'
difference to me. (_Chuckling_) You'd be surprised.... Ah....
_He returns to his work._
OLIVIA: I wonder if I would....
DAN: I know you would....
OLIVIA: I think I can diagnose you all right.
DAN: Carry on.
OLIVIA: You haven't any feelings ... at all....
_He looks slowly up at her. She has struck home._
But you live in a world of your own.... A world of your own
imagination.
DAN: I don't understand so very well, not bein' so very liter-er-airy.
OLIVIA: You follow me perfectly well.
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