Linda: My husband loves me. He's innocent. You want me to go back to him. What else?
Whitey: But I don't want you to go back to him. I hope he never sees you again.
Linda: You're frank about it anyway. You'd really better go.
Whitey: If you leave him now, you'll never get him back.
Linda: Yes, that's occurred to me.
Whitey: He's going to be lonely. His life won't end with you, you know. And when the rebound sets in, he's going to turn to the woman nearest. And you know who it'll be.
Linda: I'm sure I do.
Whitey: Tomorrow he's taking me to Bermuda, as a friend. But it won't go on like this. Pretty soon he'll want to buy me things. That's how it always starts. And then it'll be too late, because if he ever turns to me, I won't turn away.
Linda: You've only a minute.
Whitey: I'll take him second best. But he'll be fairly happy. Not as happy as he was, not as happy as you could make him, but as happy as anybody else could make him. You're still going?