[JULES, spoken]
Ahh...

[YVONNE, spoken]
Ooh...

[JULES, spoken]
Mmm...

[YVONNE, spoken]
Oh, dear. 

[JULES, spoken]
Oh, my. 

[YVONNE, spoken]
Oh, my dear. 

[JULES]
It has no presence

[YVONNE]
No passion

[JULES]
No life
It's neither pastoral
Nor lyrical
[YVONNE]
You don't suppose that it's satirical?

[JULES, spoken]
Mmm? Oh...
(sung)
Just density
Without intensity—

[YVONNE]
No life
(spoken)
Boys with their clothes off...

[JULES, spoken]
I must paint a factory next!

[YVONNE]
It's so mechanical

[JULES]
Methodical

[YVONNE]
It might be in some dreary
Socialistic peri-
Odical
[JULES, spoken]
Good. 

[YVONNE]
So drab, so cold

[JULES]
And so controlled

[JULES & YVONNE]
No life

[JULES, spoken]
His touch is too deliberate, somehow. 

[YVONNE, spoken]
The dog. 

[JULES]
These things get hung—

[YVONNE, spoken]
Mmm. 

[JULES]
And then they're gone
[YVONNE, spoken]
Ahhh. 
(sung)
Of course he's young—

[JULES, spoken]
Hmm?

[YVONNE]
But getting on

[JULES, spoken]
Oh. 
(sung)
All mind, no heart
No life in his art

[YVONNE]
No life in his life!

[JULES & YVONNE]
No—
Life