Janet Stewart: Been out on a date?
Molly: Yes. I want to talk to to you, Jan.
Janet Stewart: I don't feel much like talking, Molly.
Molly: Alright then listen. I think I know what the score is. You went ahead and got hooked, in spite of my advice. OK, so it's spilt milk. You made yourself a lonely bed and you're willing to lie on it.
Janet Stewart: That's right.
Molly: It isn't right. It's all wrong.
Janet Stewart: Molly, please...
Molly: Well what kind of a marriage have you got? A quick kiss, a swift kick and bingo - you're a war widow!
Janet Stewart: Don't keep saying that.
Molly: What kind of a man is it who'd talk a girl into an overnight marriage, knowing he's going off to war? Didn't it ever occur to him that you may never see each other again?
Janet Stewart: It occurred to both of us. I know I'll see him again.
Molly: You got some special kind of magic you sprinkled over him? Don't you think there are millions of girls who want to know their guys are coming back? Don't you think I wanted Freddy back once?
Janet Stewart: Once? Don't you now?
Molly: Sure I do. But don't you realise you can forget how a man really looks and talks and makes love? After two years, Freddy isn't real anymore.
Janet Stewart: I'd remember everything about Dave, if we never saw each other again.
Molly: That's because you can still feel his arms around you. Wait a couple of months, baby, and you'll be making double dates with me, just like we used to.
Janet Stewart: No, I won't. Ever.
Molly: No? Wait'll you get sick of the family and the cold cuts and Mom's nagging. Wait'll the smell of the orange blossoms in the valley gets you drunk at night and you're so alone, you're sick to your stomach.
Janet Stewart: What do you think Freddy and all of the other husbands and sweethearts are fighting for?
Molly: Well I didn't ask him to go.
Janet Stewart: He didn't ask to go either. He went because there's a war to win and he is decent.
Molly: Meaning I'm not?
Janet Stewart: Yes, meaning just that. I've seen your lipstick smeared when you've sneaked in. Don't deny that you've...
Molly: That's entirely my business...
Janet Stewart: Oh, no it isn't, not when you butt into mine. I'd like to know how Freddy feels, away on a carrier for two years, wondering why you don't write. You and your being alone. How do you think he feels? I what if he knew you were spending his allotment on buying evening dresses for other fellows to enjoy? When he comes back, nobody'll blame him if he beats your head off.
