What""s happened? You look ill too.Armand: No, it""s seeing you like this, suffering.Marguerite: It""s nothing.It lasts only a minute.Armand: You""re killing yourself.Marguerite: If I am, you""re the only one who objects.Now, why don""t you go back and dance with one of those pretty girls.(She laughs) Come, I""ll go with you.(He embraces and kisses her hand.) What a child you are.Armand: Your hand""s so hot.Marguerite: Is that why you put tears on it and cool it?Armand: I know I don""t mean anything to you.I don""t count.But someone ought to look after you.And I could if you""d let me.Marguerite: Too much wine has made you sentimental.Armand: It wasn""t wine that made me come here every day for months o find out how you were.Marguerite: No, it couldn""t have been wine.So you""d really like o take care of me?Armand: Yes.Marguerite: All day, every day?Armand: All day, every day.Why not? (She laughs)Marguerite: Why should you care for a woman like me? I""m always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.On his way home after being urged not to return to the party by Ned, Spidey found the crooks"" discarded weapon.To divert them, the Emperor hurled fire to detonate a large box of fire-crackers on the back of their truck, as Lin struggled but was unable to kill the Emperor with her magical dagger ("the only weapon that can kill him").On the two-day train ride to Washington with Smith, Paine - who once championed "lost causes" with Smith""s father, sees much of Clayton Smith in Jefferson: "Why, printers ink runs in your veins, Jeff.[She deludes herself about her father""s interest in her and his occupation - a diplomat in Washington.