I couldn't sleep. So, I came downstairs to read The Katzenjammer Kids. Katzenjammer Kids?...

Dulcy: I couldn't sleep. So, I came downstairs to read The Katzenjammer Kids. Leopold: Katzenjammer Kids? That's extraordinary. That's what happened in the dream. Dulcy: What dream? Leopold: Just now. Before I awoke. I was dreaming this. Dulcy: Me? Leopold: Precisely this! This is incredible. We were alone and you were lying across a sofa and you were reading and I asked you what and you said, "Katzenjammer Kids." And I thought it was funny. And then, your robe fell open, slightly. Only slightly. The way it is now. And I was taken with a great erotic fervor. And all the terrible thoughts of my whole life, that I'd been afraid to unleash, poured forth. Dulcy: How did I react? Leopold: Then you pressed your lips to mine and then the scene changed. And we were two savages in the wilderness. It was a prehistoric era. And I was a neanderthal, hunting my enemies with primitive weapons, and loving you uninhibitedly! Dulcy: Jesus, what did you eat before you went to bed?

I couldn't sleep. I felt like a stroll. What a coincidence. Are you staying? Are you? No! Uh... Why don't we stroll together? Yes. No! Not that way. I think there's something more interesting up there. - Yes? - Oh, yes. There's some very interesting leaves and things. I'd like to show them to you. It's much better that way, especially if you're in the mood for a stroll. Yes, that's the only reason I'm about. I usually nap. Say, if you'd prefer to walk alone, I could give you directions. Would you rather stroll by yourself? Certainly not! Not me. We can talk about nature, even if we don't agree on everything. Oh, God. What am I gonna do? All right, now I know my flying bicycle won't handle that weight. - We could have been killed. - Not killed. Crippled. - That lake is cold. - You're shaking. You're shivering. Come on, you're shaking. - You know, you're wet. - I know I'm wet! I thought I saw a Red-winged Blackbird. Yes. These woods are fascinating and beautiful, aren't they? There is something magical about them. Four miles is rather longer than I anticipated. Oh, we're half there. So, tomorrow's the big day, huh? Mmm-hmm. You know what I jokingly call marriage? The death of hope. Jokingly, of course. Although no joke is ever completely untrue. I'm aware that you have designs on Ariel. - What? - It's pointless to deny it. I observe the way you stare at her and take pleasure in her behavior. I can almost hear your heart beat every time she passes close to you. Hey, you know, you have some imagination. You should write fiction. I assure you Ariel does not return these rather desperate and somewhat vulgar feelings of yours. You know, you're not too overeducated to get a punch in the nose. Go ahead, hit me. You've wanted to all day. Don't be afraid. I never resist violence. I realize that often it is the sole recourse of primitives. It's like swimming. It's a measured stroke. And remember, here's the key. When the sperm count is low, they won't listen to reason. But when the sperm count is high, they'll do anything you want. It sounds awfully clinical. Well, we're just going over some basics. But if you love the guy, it should all come together with a certain sense of danger and excitement. You shouldn't just limit yourself to the bedroom. It should be full of surprise and spontaneity. It shouldn't be routine.