Devlin: I can't help recalling some of your remarks about being a new woman. Daisies and buttercups, wasn't it?
Alicia: You idiot! What are you sore about, you knew very well what I was doing!
Devlin: Did I?
Alicia: You could have stopped me with one word, but no, you wouldn't. You threw me at him!
Devlin: I threw you at nobody.
Alicia: Didn't you tell me what I had?
Devlin: A man doesn't tell a woman what to do; she tells herself. You almost had me believing in that little hokey-pokey miracle of yours, that a woman like you could change her spots.
Alicia: Oh, you're rotten.
Devlin: That's why I didn't try to stop you. The answer had to come from you.
Alicia: I see. Some kind of love test.
Devlin: That's right.