Milly: Goodnight.
Burt: Goodnight?
Milly: Burt, please don’t come back anymore.
Burt: Wha–
Milly: I mean it! Don’t come back.
Burt: Can’t you–
Milly: Find a girl your own age. There must be plenty of them. It’s a big city.
Burt: Oh, now, listen, Milly–
Milly: You’re just lonesome. That’s all. Alright, I’m lonesome, too. But we can’t have loneliness pushing us together because it wouldn’t keep us together. Just loneliness reaching out for loneliness. I’m used to being alone.
Burt: That isn’t it at all!
Milly: If you knew a girl your own age, you wouldn’t want me and that isn’t fair. So please, before things get any more complicated–
Burt: But, Milly, I–
Milly: Please, I mean it!