Carrie Turner:
I've a plan for myself. I've made up my mind - until I'm twenty-five, nothing serious.
Jack Greer:
Twenty-five? That's five more years.
[gets closer, starts to nuzzle her]
Carrie Turner:
That's right.
Jack Greer:
The world could blow up in five years.
Carrie Turner:
Well, we'll just have to take that chance.
Jack Greer:
What do you expect to do for five years
[pulls away from her quickly]
Jack Greer:
... knit?
Carrie Turner:
[exasperated, stands up]
Keep walking.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:19