CONNAGE: Let's look right away.
(They go out.

ROSALIND comes in with GILLESPIE.) GILLESPIE: Rosalind--Once more I ask you.

Don't you care a blessed thing about me?
(AMORY walks in briskly.) AMORY: My dance.
ROSALIND: Mr.Gillespie, this is Mr.Blaine.
GILLESPIE: I've met Mr.Blaine.From Lake Geneva, aren't you?
AMORY: Yes.
GILLESPIE: (Desperately) I've been there.

It's in the--the Middle West, isn't it?
AMORY: (Spicily) Approximately.

But I always felt that I'd rather be provincial hot-tamale than soup without seasoning.
GILLESPIE: What! AMORY: Oh, no offense.
(GILLESPIE bows and leaves.) ROSALIND: He's too much _people_.
AMORY: I was in love with a _people_ once.
ROSALIND: So?
AMORY: Oh, yes--her name was Isabelle--nothing at all to her except what I read into her.
ROSALIND: What happened?
AMORY: Finally I convinced her that she was smarter than I was--then she threw me over.