(The photographer had been singing a rude song with lyrics of a coarse, sexual nature. Bettie Page was offended.)
Mr. Willy: What’s the matter, Bettie?
Bettie Page: It’s your language, Mr. Willy.
Mr. Willy: Oh, it’s just an old army ditty (= a short, simple song). It helped keep our spirits up while we were fighting the beastly Hun (=Germans). Don’t you approve?
Bettie Page: I believe in Jesus.
Mr. Willy: Well, of course you do, my dear. Of course, you do. Do you mind I you a question, Bettie? What do you think Jesus about what you now?
Bettie Page: Well, Mr. Willy. I about this quite a bit, and I’m not really sure anymore. I think God us each some kind of talent, and he us to use it. That’s why he gave it to us. Mr Willy, you untying my hands? It is hard for me to think like this.
Mr. Willy: Certainly.
Bettie Page: God gave me the talent to pose for pictures. It to make people happy. That a bad thing, can it?
Mr. Willy: Not to me it is not, but what does God think?
Bettie Page: Well, I for certain. I for Him. I do worry sometimes about some of the things that I have done.
Mr. Willy: What things?
Bettie Page: I naked for photographs.
Mr. Willy: Have you, my dear? You naughty girl!
Bettie Page: But is that really bad? Adam and Eve naked in the garden of Eden.
Mr. Willy: So they .
Bettie Page: I don’t know what God about all this. I hope that if He unhappy with what I , He me know somehow.
Mr. Willy: I’m sure He will, my dear. I’m sure He will.