Silva Vacarro: You make me think of cotton. No. . .no fabric or cloth. . .not even satin or silk. . .no kind of fiber, not even a cotton fiber. . .has the absolute delicacy of your skin.
Baby Doll: Should I say thanks, or something?
Silva Vacarro: Just smile. You’ve got an attractive smile. . .and dimples. . .oh, yes, you do. Smile, Mrs. Meighan. There, you see, you do have them.
Baby Doll: Please, don’t touch me, I don’t like to be touched.
Silva Vacarro: Why do you giggle?
Baby Doll: You make me feel kind of hysterical.
Silva Vacarro: I do?
Baby Doll: Mr. Vacarro. . .
Silva Vacarro: Yes?
Baby Doll: I think I’ll go and make us some lemonade. [he stops her] What did you do that for?
Silva Vacarro: I don’t want to be deprived of the pleasure of your company. Not yet.
Baby Doll: Mr. Vacarro, you certainly are getting familiar.
Silva Vacarro: Don’t you have a little fun-loving spirit?
Baby Doll: This isn’t fun.
Silva Vacarro: Why do you giggle, then?
Baby Doll: Because I’m ticklish.
Silva Vacarro: Ticklish? Don’t be so skittish.
Baby Doll: All right, I’ll get up then.
Silva Vacarro: Go on. . .
Baby Doll: I feel so weak.