Jarry: Perhaps then, rather, at this moment you are Socrates to my Alcibiades, taken it upon yourself to edify me. Hearst: Are you saying you want to fuck me? Jarry: What? Hearst: Well, you keep calling yourself Alcibiades to my Socrates, are you proposing some sort of homosexual connection between us? Jarry: I forgot that part of the story… But, if I were courting you, Mr. Hearst, I claim no allure of my own, suggesting only the mutuality of our interests concerning the upcoming elections grants my suit some small virtue. As you gaze upon me, sir, recall that some unions of convenience may outlast those conceived in passion.