[Paulie enters the library in a fencing outfit carrying a sword, and stands on top of the table Tori is studying at]
Paulie:
I shall make me a willow cabin at your gate and call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love and sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills and make the babbling gossip of the air cry out 'Victoria!'
Eleanor Bannet:
Paulie... why don't you come down from there?
[touches her arm]
Paulie:
[flinches away]
Don't ever touch a raptor.
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