Michael Banks:
[as he gazes at the snow globe of St. Paul's Cathedral, then bringing out his and Jane's kite]
I honestly can't remember why we kept most of this stuff to begin with. Why on earth did we save this old, broken thing?
Jane Banks:
[snatching the kite away then smiling and gazing at it]
Don't you remember that kite? We used to love flying that with Mother and Father.
Michael Banks:
Well, it won't fly anymore. Out it goes; no looking back.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:22