John: Well, don't just stand there.
Blanche: What?
John: It's your perfume, Blanche. It gives you away every time.
Blanche: Oh, goodness. For a blind man, you're certainly observant.
John: Have a seat.
Blanche: Thank you. Your secretary told me you were meeting somebody here, so I won't keep you. I just thought we ought to talk.
John: Blanche, if you've come to apologize for last night, I understand.
Blanche: Well, I'm-I'm not sure you do, John. I like you very much. Problem is, I just don't know what it is you like about me. You see, I'm used to men liking me for my looks - at least partly - and you don't.
John: [laughs] I sure don't. As a matter of fact, I'm glad I never have to look at you.
Blanche: What?
John: That's right. You see, when I like somebody, I get to make up what they look like for myself, and when I like somebody a lot, I make up a pretty nice picture.