Rimbaud: So do you love her?
Verlaine: Of course. She's ideal. 18, beautiful, plenty of money, all the wife of virtues and she's about to give me a baby.
Rimbaud: Do you have anything in common?
Verlaine: No..
Rimbaud: Is she intelligent?
Verlaine: No..
Rimbaud: Does she understand you?
Verlaine: (smiles) No.
Rimbaud: The only thing she can give you is sex.
