Richard Carle

Leon: Ninotchka, why do doves bill and coo? Why do snails, the coldest of all creatures, circle interminably around each other? Why do moths fly hundreds of miles to find their mates? Why do flowers slowly open their petals? Oh, Ninotchka, Ninotchka, surely you feel some slight symptom of the divine passion? A general warmth in the palms of your hands. A strange heaviness in your limbs. A burning of the lips that isn't thirst, but, something a thousand times more tantalizing, more exulting than thirst.

Ninotchka: You're very talkative.

Leon: [Leon kisses Ninotchka] Was that talkative?

Ninotchka: No, that was restful. Again.

[kiss]

Ninotchka: Thank you.