-But the Flesh Is Weak

Max Clement:
It's quite simple: I have nothing, you have plenty. Swell! Okay by me!

Mrs. Rosine Brown:
Oh, I see. You have no objection to marrying a rich woman?

Max Clement:
No, none at all! Why should I? Suppose I had everything and you were poor: I wouldn't mind that; I'd adore it.

Mrs. Rosine Brown:
Oh... you mean to say, you'd be quite content to be supported by a woman?

Max Clement:
Oh, she wouldn't be supporting me. We'd split.

Lady Joan Culver:
Isn't the prince amusing?

Max Clement:
I think he's revolting.

Lady Joan Culver:
Oh no he's not. Just a bit obvious. Knows what he wants and gets it. He's got a terrific reputation as a lover.

Max Clement:
How do people get reputations as lovers? Women tell their friends?

Lady Joan Culver:
No, not exactly. But it gets about. If you see a lot of women looking particularly radiant - somebody's been around.

Lady Joan Culver:
Just my luck! I've been out for ten years, and I've never been so much as hinted at!