Inside the cabin of the seaplane. MOLLY is seated at the rear of the plane reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. ANNIE MAY and SAM are sitting in the center facing front.

(SAM bursts into hysterical laughter, falls on the floor. MOLLY looks up from her magazine.)

I likea you,
I likea you much,
I likea your smile,
I likea your touch.
I likea sit like this,
I likea hold your hands;
Two hands that fit like this
Can soon wear wedding bands.
I likea you,
I likea you true,
Whatever you say,
Whatever you do
Is okay, you see---
If you likea me
The way I likea you.

I likea you,
I likea you much,
I likea your smile,
I likea your touch.
I likea sit like this,
I likea hold your hands;
Two hands that fit like this
Can soon wear wedding bands.
I likea you,
I likea you true,
Whatever you say,
Whatever you do
Is okay, you see---
If you likea me
The way I likea you.
  (THEY both dance to the number. When THEY are finished, MOLLY looks up from her magazine.)

(THEY exit left. JOHNNY comes on. HE pops a wad of chewing gum and slumps down in the chair next to Molly staring into space.)

You're a peculiar fellow,
Johnny Glissando---
What's going on behind
Those gorgeous blue eyes?
Not a sign on your face
As you stare into space---
Can those gorgeous blue eyes
Hide some fabulous surprise?

You don't talk too much,
But neither do I;
You don't even mumble
Or murmur or sigh.

You don't talk much
Or chuckle or chirp,
You don't even grumble
Or gurgle or burp.

I can only imagine
All that's behind
That strong silent mind,
Those thoughts so delicious,
Those thoughts unrefined.

But what a letdown
If I discover one day
That you don't talk much,
That you don't talk much,
You don't talk much
Because you've nothing to say.

A lady who talks much
Is one for the birds;
A flick of an eyelash
Is worth ten thousand words.

I prefer to imagine
Lips upon lips
And hips against hips,
My head on your shoulder,
My teeth taking nips.

But what a letdown
If I discover instead
You not only don't talk much,
Not only don't talk much,
Not only don't talk much,
You don't do much in bed.
 

(MOLLY, who has been getting very turned on during Johnny's chorus, leaps to her feet.)

(SHE reaches out to slap him, but HE grabs her wrist and kisses her violently. SHE struggles. HE tosses her onto the floor of the plane. SHE fights, but at last succumbs.)

(Lights dim. A single spotlight illuminates her face, as SHE looks down at Johnny, who is slightly raised above her. Her eyes widen in awe.)

(Lights blackout briefly as the orchestra plays "You Don't Talk Much", then come up. It is sunset. MOLLY and JOHNNY are still on the floor.)

(HE gets up and strides offstage left to the cockpit. MOLLY stretches sensually.)

I talk more than you do
If you are keeping the scores,
That's why my billing
Is larger than yours.

(Two parachutes are lying near one of the seats. MOLLY picks one up and starts putting it on Annie May.)

                                                                               (MOLLY shoves her through the hatch.)
Oh, Miz Molly!!!!

(Her voice fades in the distance as MOLLY dons the other parachute.)

(SHE grabs the briefcase and jumps. JOHNNY enters from the cockpit.)

(HE stops, see the hatch open and the parachutes gone. HE is stunned---or as stunned as Johnny can possibly be.)