Benny:
Bridget.
Bridget:
Don't stare at my spots, Benny. My eyes are up here.
Benny:
Oh! Oh, of course. I'm so sorry. Oh, oh, this, this is for you, honey.
[presents candy necklace to Bridget]
Benny:
It goes around your left hoof.
Bridget:
Did you get that out of the trash? Oh, you did! You little trash-picker!
Benny:
I'm not a trash-picker. I'm a recycler. That's a lot more romantic. Isn't it?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:42