Dixie: (hugging Tad) I love you so much.
Tad: You want to repeat that for our studio audience and our ships at sea?
Dixie: I, I, I, I, . . .
Tad: (Making fun of her.) I, I, I, I, . . you, you, you, what?
Dixie: I, I do love you, um, as a friend.
Tad: (putting on a fake French accent) I see. And now you are attempting to play the game of hard to get, no? It is okay, my little chicken. You see I think lovers should start out as friends.
Dixie: Tad, you're sweet. It's really, . . .I care about you because you're so funny. You always find a way to make me laugh, even when I'm thinking about the baby. And I love you for that. I love you because you make me laugh.
Tad: That's what I have to do to get you to say it? Make you laugh?
Dixie: Tad, it just . . .came out of me.
Tad: It's high time, don't you think?
Dixie: Tad, I know how you feel. Just, please, please . . .
Tad: What? Don't take you at your word? Why shouldn't I? I've been waiting for ages for you to admit it. Besides, I like the sound of it. You love me. . .I love me. . .and I love you too. That's all there is. Come here. (He pulls her into a kiss)
Tad: I'm going to prove to you, once and for all, that you love me just as much, or more, than I love you.
Dixie: And how exactly, sir, are you planning on doing that?
Tad: I'm going to give you a test.
Dixie: A test?!
Tad: A test. That's what I said.
Dixie: You're going to give me a test to prove that I love you?
Dixie: Oh brother. What kind of test?
Tad: Two part test. First part, verbal. Second part, my favorite, chemical. (scribbles on a memo pad) All right. Okay.
Dixie: Let me see it.
Tad: No. I'm gonna read them. You just answer them, okay?
Dixie: Okay, go ahead, shoot.
Tad: Question number one: Have you ever dreamt about me? Yes or no?
Dixie: I'm, I'm really not sure.
Tad: Yes or no. Just answer the question, and don't lie.
Dixie: Uh. You may have walked into my dreams . . .
Tad: Thank you very much. You ever fantasize about me?
Tad: Answer the question: Have you ever fantasized about me?
Tad: Not once?
Dixie: Well, maybe just a little.
Dixie: (putting her head in her hands) How embarrassing!
Tad: (Putting on a German accent) Zhust as I suspected! Okay, question number three: Have you ever worried about me?
Dixie: Now, that's ridiculous. Why would I? I would never, no.
Tad: How about when you found me on my living room floor with my wrist busted?
Dixie: Well, of course I worried about you then. You were in terrible shape.
Dixie: Now, that's not fair! I would have been worried about Palmer. . .
Tad: Question number four: Have you ever made a gallibet (??) for somebody you didn't love?
Tad: What about toy mama's. You ever given a toy mama to someone you didn't love?
Tad: So much for the verbal part of the test. On to the chemical.
Dixie: Wait a minute. What do you mean, chemical?
Tad: Don't worry about it. Just stand up straight. Relax, okay? I'm not going to hurt you, ya know?
Dixie: I don't know.
Tad: Close your eyes.
Dixie: Close my eyes?
Tad: Close your eyes.
Dixie: All right. Don't try any funny stuff.
Tad: No funny stuff. Okay, close your eyes. How's your skin feel?
Dixie: My skin?
Tad: Yeah, how's it feel?
Dixie: Skin doesn't feel.
Tad: Come on, Dixie. Touch yourself. How does it feel?
Tad: Okay. Now? (He picks up her hand, lifts it to his mouth, then proceeds to kiss and nuzzle her hand.)
Dixie: Warm. Can I open my eyes now? That's not fair. Not fair. If Uncle Palmer or Will had held my hand . . .
Tad: (now holding her wrist) Shh . . .Shhhh . . .
Dixie: What are you doing?
Tad: Shut up, I can't concentrate. I'm taking your pulse. . . .61, okay.
Dixie: Is that normal?
Tad: How should I know? Close your eyes. Close your eyes, it'll be all right. Now, I'm gonna kiss you, okay?
Tad: Just a little kiss, okay? Close your eyes. (He kisses her) Uh-huh. (using the German accent again.) Zhust as I suspected. The pulse rate has picked up The breathing is very heavy, . . .and your pupils look like black basketballs. That's kinda cute. Did they always do that?
Dixie: No. That's the stuff Dr.Snow gave me.
Tad: No, no, it's not the stuff Dr. Snow gave you. Whatever he gave you would have worn off a long time ago. Fact: I just proved it. You love me. And not just a little, . . .deeply.
Dixie: Well, . . . what do you know? I do, don't I?
Tad: There now. That wasn't so hard, was it?
Dixie shakes her head, and they kiss again.