Now, Voyager1942

Jerry:
[as Charlotte tries to leave] Please, don't yet.

Charlotte:
Well, I'm not going to struggle with you.

Jerry:
That's right. No telling what sort of primitive instincts you might arouse. Isn't it beautiful? [He puts two cigarettes in his mouth, lights them both and then hands one to Charlotte.] Do you believe in immortality?

Charlotte:
I don't know. Do you?

Jerry:
I want to believe that there's a chance for such happiness to be carried on somehow somewhere.

Charlotte:
Are you so happy then?

Jerry:
Close to it. Getting warmer and warmer as we used to say as kids. Remember?

Charlotte:
Look out or you'll get burned we used to say.

Jerry:
Are you afraid of getting burnt if you get too close to happiness?

Charlotte:
Mercy, no. I'm immune to happiness and therefore to burns.

Jerry:
You weren't immune that night on the mountain.

Charlotte:
Do you call that happiness?

Jerry:
Only a small part. There are other kinds.

Charlotte:
Such as?

Jerry:
Having fun together, getting a kick out of simple little things, out of beauty like this. Sharing confidences we wouldn't share with anybody else in all the world. Charlotte, won't you be honest and tell me if you are happy too? Since the night on the boat when you told me about your illness, I-I can't get you out of my mind - or out of my heart either. If I were free, there would be only one thing I want to do - prove you're not immune to happiness. Would you want me to prove it Charlotte? Tell me you would. Then I'll go. [She turns toward him and buries her head in his chest.] Why darling, you are crying.

Charlotte:
I'm such a fool, such an old fool. These are only tears of gratitude - an old maid's gratitude for the crumbs offered.

Jerry:
Don't talk like that.

Charlotte:
You see, no one ever called me darling before. [they kiss]