Well, just have one more energy tablet

Barbara:

Billy! Are you feeling all right? Billy Fisher:
Of course, darling. Why? Barbara:
Well, look where your hand is. Billy Fisher:
[removing his hand from Barbara's thigh]
Oh. Don't you want me to touch you? Barbara:
Well, it - seems indecent somehow. Billy Fisher:
You know you're making me ill, don't you? Barbara:
Oh, poor pet. Why am I making you ill? Billy Fisher:
Surely you've heard of, well, of repressions. The nervous reactions of a man who's not... Barbara:
I know what you mean, pet, but we must be patient. We must! I mean, we'd only regret it. Billy Fisher:
Well, just have one more energy tablet