Lolita Page #5

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Humbert:

Good evening, I have a reservation. Humbert?

Twin-bedded room.

Called last night.

Two people.

Receptionist:

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Humbug.

I held the room with the twin beds for you till 6:30.

But I didn't hear from you.

We hold the rooms until 6:30, that's policy.

And with the flower show, and the Glory of Christ convention...

Humbert:

Look, my name is not "Humbug", it's Herbert.

...Humbert.

Just put us in any room.

Put a cot in for my daughter; she's very tired.

Receptionist:

Perhaps I could put you in room 342. It has a double bed.

Humbert:

I expect we'll manage. My wife may be turning up later.

Receptionist:

Please sign here, Mr. Humbert.

Quilty:

It's a nice dog, huh?

Dolores:

I love dogs.

Quilty:

Well, that's my dog.

He likes you.

Doesn't like everybody.

Dolores:

Who's he like?

Quilty:

He can smell when people are sweet.

He likes sweet people.

Nice young people.

Like you.

Humbert:

Here we are.

Dolores:

Wait a sec. You're tellin' me we're sleepin' in one room?

With one bed?

Humbert:

I've asked them to send up a cot.

Which I'll use, if you like.

Dolores:

You're crazy.

Humbert:

Why, my darling?

Dolores:

Because, "my darling"...

when my "darling" mother finds out...

she'll divorce you and strangle me.

Humbert:

No... listen to me a moment...

For all practical purposes, I am your father...

and I am responsible for your welfare.

Now, we're not rich...

and so when we travel, we, we... we're sure to be...

I mean, we'll be thrown together.

Sometimes.

Two people sharing the same hotel room, are bound to enter into a...

into a... how can I put it? Into a kind of...

Dolores:

The word is "incest."

I feel like we're grown-ups.

Humbert:

Me, too.

Dolores:

We get to do whatever we want, right?

Humbert:

Whatever we want.

Waiter:

Well, now... who had the pie?

Dolores:

Me.

Whaddaya think?

Are they me?

Don't look now...

Humbert:

What?

Dolores:

That guy over in the corner...

Don't look! Don't look, he's staring at us.

Don't you think that guy over there looks exactly like Quilty?

Humbert:

What, the dentist?

Dolores:

Of course not. His brother.

The writer, Quilty. You know, that writes the plays?

Smoking, now.

I saw him in the lobby with his dog.

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