April: Oh, come on. Please?

Ray: No. Leave me alone.

April. It won't take too long.

Ray: I won't be able to sleep afterwards.

April: I can't sleep without it.

Ray: Why do you think of things like this in the middle of the
night?

April: Because I'm HOT.

Ray: You get hot at the damndest times.

April: If you loved me I wouldn't have to beg you.

Ray: If you loved *me* you'd be more considerate.

April: You don't love me any more.

Ray: Yeah I do, but let's forget it for tonight.

April: (sob-sob)

Ray: (aaarrgh) Alright, I'll do it.

April: What's the matter? Need a flashlight?

Ray: I can't *find* it.

April: Oh, for God's sake, FEEL for it.

Ray: There. I got it. Satisfied?

April: Oh, God, yes!

Ray: Next time you want the window opened, do it yourself.