Robert Danvers:
You look stunning today, Clare. Immaculate. Like virgin snow.
Clare, the bride:
Do I?
Robert Danvers:
My God but you're lovely.
[leans down to kiss Clare's neck]
Clare, the bride:
No, Robert.
Robert Danvers:
We had six glorious months. This is our last time.
Clare, the bride:
No. That's out.
Robert Danvers:
Isn't it better to end with a bang than a whimper?
Clare, the bride:
Someone may come in.
Robert Danvers:
I locked the door.
Clare, the bride:
You only want me for one thing.
Robert Danvers:
What a lovely thing.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:24