Fancy Day:
You get over a broken heart very quickly, Mr. Dewey, if that is indeed what it was.
Dick Dewy:
Not true, Miss Day. Tis broken and will remain so until the day you fix it.
Fancy Day:
You'll be waiting until you turn to stone, then.
[stares intently, then kisses him]
Dick Dewy:
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I knew you felt the same, Fancy, I knew it. I tasted it on your lips the first time I kissed you.
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Fancy Day:
Take me home, please.
Dick Dewy:
Say you'll be mine, Fancy.
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