[ She's never been quite that frank with him before. He looks at her, assuming that she must be joking.

But she isn't, quite clearly. He reaches out, sliding his hand along her arm to catch her wrist, and tossing the dress onto the bed at the same time. ]

Is that how you see yourself?

[ He tugs her, gently, wanting her to come closer. ]

The 'right curves' would fall out of that dress. Those pretty girls you're talking about couldn't wear it. And at any rate, why would you compare yourself to them? I thought of you when I had these made. No one else.

It's your face I want to see, no matter what you're wearing. Be embarrassed in front of the crowds, if you like, but not in front of me. I know who I'm looking at.