Roy: How nice you look.
Myra: Thank you.
Waiter: Excuse me.
Roy: What do dancers eat?
Myra: Oh, dull things mostly. Nutritious（adj.有营养成分的, 营养的） yet nonfattening（adj.不会发胖的）.
Roy: Oh, no, not tonight. What could you suggest that would be particulary rich and in disgestible?
Waiter: The grouse is very nice, sir.
Myra: Um-huh.
Roy: And wine--it isn't against the rules for a dancer to drink a little light wine, is it?
Myra: Well, tonight...
Roy: Good. Number 40, please.
Waiter: Number 40, sir.
Roy: The ballet was beautiful.
Myra: Madame didn't think so.
Roy: Well, experts never know. It takes out-siders（n.外行, 没有专门知识的人） to know, and I tell you, it was beautiful.
Myra: Well, that certainly proves you're an outsider.
Roy: Are you glad to see...me again?
Myra: Yes.
Roy: I sense a reservation.
Myra: Well, I suppose there is one.
Roy: What? Why?
Myra: What's the good of it?
Roy: You're a strange girl, aren't you? What's the good of anything? What's the good of living?
Myra: That's a question, too.
Roy: Oh, now wait a minute--I'm not going to let you get away with that. The wonderful thing about living is that this sort of thing can happen. In the shadow of a deathraid I can meet you and feel more intensely(adv.激烈地, 热情地) alive than walking around in peace-time taking my life for granted.
Myra: Oh, it's a high price to pay for it.
Roy: I don't think so.
Myra: I do. Do people have to kill each other to give them a heightened sense of life?
Roy: But that's got nothing to do with people killing each other. Either you're excited about life or you're not. You know, I've never been able to wait for the future. When I was very young, a child, in fact, I climbed to the top branch of a high tree, stood like a diver and announced to my horrified Governess: "Now I shall take a leap into the future" and jumped. I was in the hospital for two months.
Myra: You should let the future catch up with you more slowly.
Roy: Oh, no-no-never. Temperament(n.气质, 性情, 易激动, 急躁). I can't help it. Look here--if we'd met in ordinary times, in an ordinary way, we'd just about the telling each other what schools we went to. We're much further along, don't you think?
Myra: Are we?
Roy: You know we are.
