Psycho1960

Marion:
Sam, this is the last time.

Sam:
For what?

Marion:
For this. Meeting you in secret so we can be secretive. You come down here on business trips, the occasional lunch hour, and I wish you wouldn't even come.

Sam:
All right, what do we do instead? Write each other lurid love letters? I can come down next week.

Marion:
No.

Sam:
Not even just to see you? Have lunch? [smiles] In public.

Marion:
Oh, we can see each other. We can even have dinner, but respectably — in my house with my mother's picture on the mantle, and my sister helping me broil a big steak for three.

Sam:
And after the steak, do we send sister to the movies? Turn mama's picture to the wall?

Marion:
Sam!

Sam:
[begrudgingly] All right. Marion, whenever it's possible I want to see you and under any circumstances, even respectability.

Marion:
You make respectability sound disrespectful.

Sam:
Oh no, I'm all for it. But it requires patience, temperance, with a lot of sweating out. Otherwise though, it's just hard work. But if I could see you and touch you, you know, simply as this, I won't mind. [He nibbles at her neck]