玛拉：什么?

　　Myra： What?

　　洛伊：你的脸真年轻，真美。

　　Roy： Your face. It‘s all youth， all beauty

　　玛拉：你仍不明白什么。

　　Myra： What is it you still don‘t get?

　　洛伊：今天下午我离开你时，我记不起你的长相，这辈子也不会记得。我想，她美吗?她丑吗?她长得什么样?我不记得。甚至非得到剧院去看你的长相。

　　Roy： You know， when I left you this afternoon， I couldn‘t remember what you looked like， not for the life for me. I thought， was she pretty? Was she ugly? What was she like? I couldn’t remember. I simply had to get to that theater tonight to see what she looked like. 玛拉：你觉得现在记住了吗?

　　Myra： Do you think you will remember me now?