Winifred Sanderson:
Well, tell me friend, what is this contraption?
Bus Driver:
I call it a bus.
Winifred Sanderson:
A bus. And its purpose?
Bus Driver:
To convey gorgeous creatures such as yourselves to your most...
[cracks his knuckle]
Bus Driver:
Forbidden desires.
Winifred Sanderson:
[laughs]
Well, fancy! We desire children.
Bus Driver:
Hey, it may take me a couple of tries, but I don't think there's gonna be a problem.
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