Dr. Craven:
You'll need something to protect you from the cold.
[Dr. Bedloe reaches for a glass of wine.]
Dr. Craven:
No, I meant clothes!
Dr. Bedloe:
Oh.
Rexford Bedlo:
I am Dr. Bedlo's son!
Dr. Bedloe:
I am sorry...
Dr. Scarabus:
Afraid my dear? There's nothing to be afraid of.
Dr. Craven:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, / Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. / While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, / As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door./ “’Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door. / Only this and nothing more."复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
