They're humouring you. They don't want a woman. A woman is difficult, hysterical. And you can never really find one who will ever stay. A couple more years, you'll probably want a baby.
[to Freddie] When I was in France, there were these men I'd... Hmm, I'd loosely call them journalists, but they were never at the front. They never stuck their head above the parapet. They were terrified of being shot. Yet they wrote some of the best battle reportage that I've ever read. Filched most of it from us, and what they didn't know, they'd make up. But you're not one of them. And you'll never truly know, will you, Freddie? Unless you stick your neck out and get yourself a little bit muddy. Come on, jump. I dare you.
After I gave you that lamp, we ate at that terrible Chinese. It's an Anglepoise because you press your face too close to the page when you read and there's never enough light. And you won't wear glasses because you say your nose is too small and with glasses you'd look like a mole which you don't. Wouldn’t. They'd suit you. You'd look just as fairly beautiful as you are. It's yellow because you said no one wants a yellow lamp. So I thought if I got it for you in yellow then no one would steal it from your desk. I do give these things quite a lot of consideration, you see. The devil is in the detail.