— When did you learn to drive?
— Ten minutes ago.
— I thought it was less than that.
— I forgot to tell you.
— Go ahead.
— You can't imagine how much I feel like making love to you. Βut I'll never tell anyone, especially not you. They'd have to torture me to make me say it.
— Say what?
— That I want to make love to you. Not just once. Over and over again! Βut I'll never tell you that. I'd have to be crazy to tell you I'd even make love to you now... right here, for the rest of my life.