- Gordon Douglas: Will you stop taking me for an idiot.
- Barbara Orst: Leave me alone.
- Gordon Douglas: I want you to tell me tell me the truth. That melody you keep on playing reminds you of someone. Tell me the truth... admit you have a lover and that you're crazy about him. You must tell me the truth. I know you have a lover. Admit it. You're just a hypocrite. I know you wrote that sonata for your lover. Don't try to deny it.
- Barbara Orst: You're just imagining it. You know it's not that. The sonata is a memory from a forgotten past, Gordon.
- Gordon Douglas: So! You admit it. You whore!
- [slaps her]