Johnny: You're still thinking about those photos.
Moira: Oh, I can't help it, John. The last traces of my juvenescence vanished into thin air.
Johnny: Well, perhaps they're not the last traces.
Moira: What does that mean?
Johnny: Why don't you look in my folio? Inside pocket.
Moira: [gasps] Oh, you dirty dog! Well, what can I say? When did you take this?
Johnny: Greece, 1987.
Moira: Oh, I loved those earrings. And that skin. And that hair.
Johnny: I'm no Avedon honey, but I would say you still look pretty spectacular.
Moira: And that's all that counts. [kiss] Now how do I get this on the Internet? John!