Start:

BO: Tell me somethin’, Virge. We been t’gether since my folks died, and I allus wondered if mebbe I din spoil yer chances a settlin’ down.

VIRGIL: (Laughs.) No, you never, Bo. I used to tell myself ya did, but I just wanted an excuse.

BO: But you been lookin’ after me since I was ten.

[... … …]

End:

CHERIE: … You hear about love when yor a kid and jest take it for granted that such a thing really exists. Maybe ya have to find out fer yorself it don’t. Maybe everyone’s afraid to tell ya.

ELMA: (Glum.) Maybe you’re right … but I hope not.

For full extended scene, please refer to the script edition cited here: William Inge, Bus Stop. Dramatist Play Service, 1984. pp. 35-38.