In their new, plush apartment,
Johnny has chosen to mount an imposing portrait of Mundson in the living
room - the memory of her icy ex-husband startles Gilda:
Gilda: You think of everything,
don't you, Johnny?
Johnny: Everything.
Gilda: We're right back where
we started. Aren't we, darling? Right back where... (she pauses after seeing
the portrait for the first time)
Johnny: Right back where we started.
Gilda: Johnny, Johnny, that isn't
even decent.
Johnny: What was that word again,
Gilda?
Gilda: Decent. I said, 'decent.'
Johnny: That's what I thought
ya said. That sounded funny comin' out of you, Gilda.
Johnny hatefully distrusts his new
wife and makes her existence an imprisoning trap in Buenos Aires: |
