EVE: Is there something wrong with that?

SATAN: Well, it might lead to the blues.

EVE: The blues?

SATAN: But you might as well get acquainted with the blues.

EVE: What's the blues?

SATAN: The heartbreak and the headache of the morning after.

EVE: Will there be other mornings after today's?

SATAN: Mornings and mornings and mornings, days and days
and days, sins and sins and sins! Listen! Let me
put you wise early in life, little girl---

EVE: Pay day?

SATAN: JUST HAVE FUN WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG
WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG
IN YOUR HEY DAY---
AND DON'T GIVE A THOUGHT
TO PAY DAY.

EVE: What's pay day?

SATAN: Tomorrow.

EVE: What's tomorrow?

SATAN: Usually sorrow.

EVE: What's sorrow?

ADAM: Aw, Eve, quit asking questions and put your feet
on the ground.

EVE: Why?

ADAM: Because I want you to.

SATAN: HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-!