Virgil: You should call the police, Marsha!
Marsha: I tried that. They wouldn't come.
Virgil: Whyever not?
Marsha: Who knows?! Maybe this isn't a high-crime-rate area!
Virgil: But you've got to do something!
Marsha: Such as?! I can't think of a thing! That's why I called you!
Virgil: You could tell them you know!
Marsha: They'd just kill me sooner.
Virgil: You could move out of the apartment!
Marsha: What excuse could I make?
Virgil: Say you're visiting an aunt in San Francisco!
Marsha: Isn't that rather far away?
Virgil: You don't really go there--you come over and stay at my place!
Marsha: (recoils) How dare you!
Virgil: I thought you were in love with me?!
Marsha: (caught) Oh! I am! Terribly! But-- what would people think?!
Virgil: Who's going to know?!
Marsha: Well-- that's true enough-- still it only delays matters. We have to find out some way to stop them, finally and forever!
Virgil: (shrugs) The only way to do that would be to murder them first!
Marsha: (elated) Virgil! That's it! How shall we do it?
Virgil: We?
Marsha: You'd let me face them alone?
Virgil: Well-- if you put it that way--
Marsha: Good! Now, let me see... there are two of them-- and two of us--
Virgil: I don't relish the idea of a struggle-- no telling which pair is the better fighter-- we've got to be clever about it!
Marsha: And fast! I've only got till tomorrow!
Virgil: Do you have a gun?
Marsha: No. Do you?
Virgil: No. I hate guns! (I added bold and italic to emphasis how he said it)
Marsha: Me, too. And even if I didn't-- I'm not sure I'd have the nerve to just haul off and shoot somebody.
Virgil: Even if you had, things could get sticky afterward when the police came around.