Anna:
For you I think love must be something...
Robert Kuhlenkampf:
Yes?
Anna:
Something...
Robert Kuhlenkampf:
Intangible. Take off your dress.
Anna:
Robert!
Robert Kuhlenkampf:
Take it off! Night envelops us in her veil of stars. She's spread the Milky Way at our feet. A thousand stars sparkle before us. Take it off!
Anna:
But I'm cold.
Robert Kuhlenkampf:
Night reveals 20, 30, 50 suns hidden by the light of day. Imagine we're in the Indies, in a mysterious palace. Take off your slip. The nights are hot. The humid night air surrounds us. Take off your slip.
Anna:
Do you love me?
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