Bob Stuart: I couldn't hate you, darling. Unless you turned out to be a... female impersonator. And I'll bet you my bottom dollar you're not.
Bob Stuart: Well, uh, you see, she had amnesia when I met her. What's more, it recurred, you know, kept happening on and off. Why once I came home late at night. I got into bed, kissed her and she gave me a friendly smile and then said, "Who are you?" It was the friendly smile that burned me up.