Have you ever been in love, Peter? Me? Yes. Haven't you ever thought about it at all? It...

Ellie Andrews: Have you ever been in love, Peter? Peter Warne: Me? Ellie Andrews: Yes. Haven't you ever thought about it at all? It seems to me you, you could make some girl wonderfully happy. Peter Warne: Sure I've thought about it. Who hasn't? If I could ever meet the right sort of girl. Aw, where you gonna find her? Somebody that's real. Somebody that's alive. They don't come that way anymore. Have I ever thought about it? I've even been sucker enough to make plans. You know, I saw an island in the Pacific once. I've never been able to forget it. That's where I'd like to take her. She'd have to be the sort of a girl who'd... well, who'd jump in the surf with me and love it as much as I did. You know, nights when you and the moon and the water all become one. You feel you're part of something big and marvelous. That's the only place to live... where the stars are so close over your head you feel you could reach up and stir them around. Certainly, I've been thinking about it. Boy, if I could ever find a girl who was hungry for those things... [she comes around the blanket "Walls of Jericho" and kneels by his bed] Ellie Andrews: Take me with you, Peter. Take me to your island. I want to do all those things you talked about. Peter Warne: You'd better go back to your bed. Ellie Andrews: I love you. Nothing else matters. We can run away. Everything will take care of itself. Please, Peter, I can't let you out of my life now. I couldn't live without you. [she cries in his arms] Peter Warne: [firmly] You'd better go back to your bed. Ellie Andrews: I'm sorry. [she returns to her bed still crying]