- Psykhe: You have returned. I waited for you for sixty days.
- Eros: You are beautiful. Lower your sail here!
- Psykhe: What sail?
- Eros: Your skirt on the chair, woman!
- Eros: Psyche!
- Psykhe: You are drunk!
- Eros: Drunk, yes. But just a little bit. When I'm drunk, I don't make mistakes. Let's get out of here!
- Psykhe: Where?
- Eros: Somewhere to get married for example!
- Psykhe: We have only met three times. I'm in love with a man who I don't even see.