Old Woman: [to the Photographer] Flatterer! Naughty boy! Aah! I look young
for my age? You're a dashing little dago, a really exciting man.
Old Man: [to Mrs Lovely] May I play Tristan to your Isolde? Beauty lies in the
heart . . . you see, we could have had our share of bliss, beauty and eternity .
. . eternity . . . Why didn't we dare? We didn't want it enough . . . now everything
is lost to us, lost, lost, lost.