" Hello." "Hello." "How was London?" "Oh, (he may)." "Interminable meetings with pompous old men." "Bankmen and with trustee's lawyers." "(A ball.)" "I've missed you." "I missed you, too." "What have you been doing all week, apart from that?" "Oh, you know, sitting in my little office in the warehouse." "And writing?" "A little, yes." "And that wasn't a bore, at least." "No." "I've got a surprise for you." "Come on." "[ Unlocks and opens door ]" "[ Door closes ]" "[ Locks door ] Everyone thought the key was lost." "I don't suppose anybody's been in here since the aunts were our age." "I suppose it was just the place for us." "Since we got tired of walking." "Or when it rains." "Our room." "Yes." "Darling." "[ Kiss ]" "Oh, darling, darling." " [ Whispering ] Oh, God." "My love." "I'll never stop loving you." "Never, I promise." "[ Kiss ]" "Even if you are bad to me." "[ Sigh ]" "[ Sigh ] Don't you want to go on like this for ever and ever?" "For ever." "Say you love me." "I love you." "For near and far and always and everywhere." "Yes." "[ Kiss ]" "[ Sigh ]" "It's so hot in here." "Do we open a window?" "Why don't you take off your shirt?" "[ A dog barks and whines ]" "[ Sound of footsteps on outside stairs ]" "[ Sound of doorknob turning ]" "[ Whispering ]" " Who is it?" " Shh." "[ Whispering ]" " Rollo." " Rollo!" "[ Object probing lock ]" "[ Mumbling to self outside ]" "[ Rollo jingles keys ]" "[ Whispering ] He's gone." "[ Edward sighs ]" "He's spying on me." "He's always spying on me." "[ Sighing ] Well, we better go in to tea." "Yes." "I was looking for the key to the old summer house earlier." "[ Edward coughs ]" "I couldn't seem find it." "[ Rollo ] Well, by jove, ...if it could talk that place could speak to some rum goings on." "Uh?" " I believe it's Juliana's turn to pour." " Oh, dear, what shall we do?" " Ha, ha, it' s too late to let it bother now." " Ha, ha, much too confusing, now." " We'll have to make sure you do it next Sunday." " Now, Mr. Richardson." "I want your opinion on the winter irises." "It's my belief that they..." "Will I see you later on?" "Well, that depends." "I have to go and change for church, you see." " Oh, then, but I thought..." " We always go to Evensong." " [ Rollo ] Health permitting." " When you're ready, Mr. Richardson." " Could they be dead?" " What do you think?" "What do you feel?" "No, I think they'll be all right." "Oh, I'm intensely relieved to hear you say that." "You're fond of flowers." "You have a...feeling for these things." "Oh, this spring is beautiful." "Yes." "It's here often the way after a long, hard winter." "The lovely spring." "Hm, hm, hm." "I've never enjoyed anything quite so much." "You've seen a lot of Lydia?" "Yes." "I think you're fond of her." "Very fond of her." "Would I be right?" "Uh, yes." "There are ways of being too fond, and ways of not being too fond." "She's rather excitable." "Often...she doesn't stop to think, and often again, she has thoughts ...that run away with her." "Of course soon she will be 21, and she'll come in to well, uh... her legacy." "We have to think of that." "Huh, huh." "It'll be a time of great difficulty for her, and added responsibly, and all that." "Huh, you must think I'm a fussy old windbag." "Uh, no." "Ah, you've been very sweet, child." "We liked you from the first." "You were just the person for her." "You see, before you came, we were in some way handicapped." "It's not easy to have a young girl thrust upon you." "We don't know young people." "We've fallen out of the way of things." "Of course it would have been different if her mother hadn't died." "Oh, I thought her mother was still alive." "Oh, no!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Oh, no!" "What I really wanted to talk to you about was dancing." "Do you care for dancing?" "Yes." "We thought it'd be so nice for Lydia." "If you were to take her dancing." "The skating was such a success, and then we thought if you had friends." "You could make up a party." "Oh, I should love to." "We were asked to take tickets for the dance at the Sanatorium on Saturday night." "They're very expensive." "Ops, you needn't worry about that." "We should feel obliged to give a donation at such a worthy cause." "Which of your friends like dancing?" "Uh, perhaps Tom and Nancy Holland might come." "Oh, Holland." "Who are they?" "Are they nice people?" "Oh!" "Will Holland the farmer." "Yes, of course, it's one of our farms." "Uh-huh, the wife is such a delicate looking creature." "Like eggshell." "A real yeoman farmer." "There's not many of them left." "Huh-huh, they'd be very nice." "Who else?" "Alex Sanderson." "Who's he?" "His father's in leather." "I don't want her mixed up in that golfing Rotarian rubbish that goes on in Evansford." "Oh, Alex hates golf." "He's all for music and that sort of thing." "He's a gay and friendly sort of fellow." "I think you'd like him." "What sort of girls does he know?" "He doesn't like them if they don't dance well." "If he can't find one that dances he'll bring his mother." "Ah, ah, do you think it would bore her to come along with you young people and take..." "just look after you?" "She'd love to." " She's very fond of young people." " Hm, hm." "Well, she's young herself." "Aw,...it's very sweet of you to do all this." "I hope you don't mind." " Of course not. [ Bell chimes ]" " Oh, it's time for church." "[ Church bell chimes, door opens ]" " Here they are." " Are we late?" "Everything's on." " I've only got to put on my hat." " You need a pin." "[ Edward enters room ]" "Must you go to church?" "Yes." "You managed to get out of it last Sunday." "All the more reason." "Anyway, I think Rollo's guessed what we do, hinting and prying." "Who cares about Rollo?" "You don't have to live in the same house as him." "Well, you were the one who said." "Don't be boring." "And don't sulk." "What were you talking to Aunt Bertie about?" "When?" "But, just now, in the garden." "Oh." "This and that." "Don't tease." "I want to know." "Well, I'm not sure I ought to tell you." "Oh, don't be maddening." "I'll have to think about it." "Well, I don't care!" "[ Lydia opens and closes door ]" "[ Opens gate;" "gate closes ]" "Come on, Tom!" "Oh, if you're going to sleep up there or what?" "[ Chickens clucking ]" "Aw!" "Asleep, am I?" "All right you great fool, (Jamie)." "Just you wait until I..." "Oh." "Ugh!" "[ Cow moos ]" "[ Nancy and Tom cavorting in barn ]" "[ Cow moos ]" " Op." " Oh!" "[ Nancy laughing ]" " I'm sorry." " Thank you." " [ Tom ] Hello." "Good to see you." "[ Tom ] How long have you been on spring?" " As a matter of fact, I've been rather busy." " Aha?" "Uh...." "Actually I've come to ask you if you'd like to go to the dance at the Sanatorium on Sunday?" "Who, me?" "Yes, both of you." "Oh." "It's to be a...a party." "For Lydia, I suppose?" "[ Cow moos ]" "Well...yes." "Alex will be coming." "Mrs. Sanderson too, I hope." "What do you say?" "It's nice to be out." "You'll come, then?" " [ Tom ] Why not?" "Could be fun." "Well, all right." "I'd better take the feed on down." "[ Noisy cart departing ]" "[ Edward sighs ]" "What did I do wrong?" "Well, you're the educated one." "How about, "Hell knows no fury"?" "Oh, for goodness sake." "Well, if you don't want to know, don't ask." "I like Nancy." "You know that." "It's just that...well Lydia is different." "Ah, the big house and all that, you mean?" "Aw, Tom, I'm not a snob." "It's just that...well, when I'm with Lydia,..." "I just know it." "Cuppa tea?" "Oh, no thanks." "I'd better get up and see Alex." "[ Idle chatter;" "door closes ]" "You must understand I'm feeling extremely frail having spent the day in bed." "Your usual Evansford Sunday." "You're here to harangue me about my habits." "Only thing about your habits in a way to be found in (lassens) knows..." "Uh, George!" "What's the problem with the lovely Lydia now?" " You're not exactly unpredictable yourself, you know." "Ah, same again for Mr. Sanderson, and I'll have a beer, thank you." "I thought I'd brought you and Lydia together again?" "Yes...and so did I." "One step forward and two back, eh?" " Seems so." "Very wary." "Must be love." "I love her." "I know that." " She doesn't love you?" "I thought so." "She said she did." "You mean you're here to celebrate." "My dear fellow, why didn't you say." "This calls for champagne." "It's not that simple!" "I should have guessed." "It seldom is with you." "My, if you're gonna sit there and make bad jokes." "Oh, come back." "I was merely clearing my head." "(The parachutes are earning this.)" "After that day you took us all out, everything went..." "I just can't tell you." "That, I take it, was when I didn't see you for a while?" "Well, then she had to go to London about father's will or something." "Just for a few days, anyway." "But it felt like forever." "I couldn't eat." "I couldn't sleep." "I couldn't work." "I know the symptoms..." "if I avoid the disease." "And then when I saw her again, today..." "Well I was going to say, it was as if she had never been away, but it was better somehow." "Can you understand that?" " Um-huh." "Then... [ Sigh ] oh, I don't know." "I get the general drift." "Perhaps if you could articulate a fraction more." "It's all so trivial!" "I mean...the details." "George!" "Not for me, thanks." "Don't knock it." "It's a great leveler, alcohol." "It makes everything seem more important and, or, equally trivial whatever the case may be." "She said she couldn't get out of going to the evening service." "But she managed it all right last Sunday." "And you taxed her with that?" "She didn't take it too kindly." "And then Miss Bertie bore me off and asked me if I'd take Lydia dancing." "Because the skating had been such a success." "Well, they got tickets for the Sanatorium dance." "She wanted to know if I could get up a party, and if so,..." "Well, Lydia wanted to know what we'd been talking about." "And I wouldn't tell her." "Women's minds are much more subtle than that." " Why do you know so damn much about women?" "I happen to like them." " You've not seriously been involved with one." "Cause or effect." "Half the time I don't know what you're talking about." "Well, that puts you comfortably ahead of me." "But we're talking about you." "[ Sighing ] I don't know, Alex." "I don't seem to be able to do anything but rub people up the wrong way these days." "Parents, Lydia, I even managed to upset Nancy, just now." " Ho, how did you manage that?" "I don't know." "All I did was ask her to the Sanatorium dance." " Just her." "Her and Tom." "As cannon fodder in your siege of Lydia?" "Well, that's no reason for her to go off in a huff, is it?" "None so blind as those who cannot see." "We can always get your mother to come." "The whole evening seems doomed now." "Ha, ha, ha, that's what I love about you." "You really have to conquer the world, don't you, before you can even get out of bed." "[ Door opens ] Is that you, Alex?" " None other." "And I bring company." " (Charge you go there, as soon over.)" "Edward, hello, and you have been drinking." " A merest appetizer." "I see." " It was not mine, Mother." "It is rather." " Rejoice over him that was not, and is found again." " Yes" " Do sit down, my dear." " Thank you." "Yes, I'd quite thought we'd lost you to Lydia." " Uh-huh!" "[ Closes door ]" " I didn't know you knew about us." "The whole of Evansford knows, my dear." "He's not come to talk of Lydia." "He's here to ask you dancing." " Me?" " Yes, at the Sanatorium on Saturday." "Oh, you mean you need a chaperone." "He needs you for yourself, alone." "Do shut up, Alex." "Get a drink or something." "I should thought you'd never ask." " And one for us, too, please." " Naturally." " Bubble at the club?" " Yes." "So who's in the party?" " Tom and Nancy Holland." "Lydia and I." " Yours very truly." " Him?" " Only because they want the car." "I am a man with few illusions." " Thank you." " Thank you." " Will you come?" " I'd love to." " Good." " What time will it be..." " Ah, you don't have to worry about that." "It's all organized." "He's coming around here for a drink at seven o'clock, and you just have to be ready..." "by twenty past seven on the dot." "Twenty past seven on the dot it shall be." "Well, I am glad things are working out so well with you and Lydia." "Mmm, let's drink to that." " To Lydia." " Lydia." "Oh, isn't it lovely?" "Hm, huh-huh." "Honestly, Mother, beneath that soft exterior there beats a heart of pure Blancmange." "One of these days you'll go to far, young man." "Oh...." "To Lydia, and sentiment," " and the Lothario of Evansford." " Hu-huh." "[ Edward laughs ]" "[ Edward sings ]" "[ Opens and closes door ]" "[ Lydia opens door; enters humming; closes door ]" "[ Knock on door ] Yes?" "[ Door opens ]" "Oh, good, [ Door closes ] then they managed to alter that dress for you." "Yes." "I wore it to the very last dance I went to." " It was very (sashie) that you gave it to me." "And I just remembered, this goes with it." "And, of course, you'll need this, too." "What is it?" "Why a dance program, of course." "Gentlemen will ask you for this dance and that, and you'll enter them here." "Oh, of course if you don't care for them you can say that your progam's full." "But remember to keep the dance before supper for someone you're really fond of." "Then he'll take you into supper, too." " Thank you." "[ Laughing ] I mustn't keep you." "[ Door opens and in comes Aunt Bertie ]" "[ Door closes ] Have you got a moment?" "Why yes, Aunt Bertie." "Hm." "This isn't easy." "I don't want to pry, goodness knows." "But,...you've been seeing a lot of Mr. Richardson." "Yes." "I think he's fond of you." "I think he's very fond of you." "Well?" "I don't think you ought to let him get too fond of you." "Why?" "You don't always stop to think." "What are you trying to say, Aunt Bertie." "Men...young men..." "are infinitely fragile." "So have a care." "I will." "Un-huh, end of lecture." " Thank you." " Hu-huh." "[ Sound of car engine turning over, trying to start ]" "[ Turning over again and again ]" " There." "Thank you." "Don't you look nice." " You, too." " Thank you." "[ Front door closes ]" " It's no good." "I can't get the stricken thing to start." "What seems to be the trouble?" "Well, I have no idea." "It's as dead as a doornail." "Never mind." "I'm sure the Aspens will let us take the Daimler." "No...." "Well, I mean they've given us the tickets to the dance." "I don't want to ask them another favor." "Look, I'll run down toward Johnson's Yard and see if we can't get his taxi." "Good thinking." "I'll be back in a moment." " But, it seems..." " Mother, Mother, Mother." "I don't think they would mind letting us have the Daimler." "Yes, well he knows that, too, but if they do...he wouldn't have an excuse for seeing Lydia home, would he?" "[ Silent ] Ah." "[ Running footsteps ]" "[ Runs to the office ]" "[ Tapping sound ]" "Is Mr. Johnson about?" " No." "Oh,..." "I wanted to order a car." " When for?" "[ Gasp ] Now." " Where to?" "For the Sanatorium." "For the dance." " How many?" "[ Breathing heavily ] Six." " What time back?" "About three in the morning." " Car for six people, now." "Back about three in the morning." "You'll be lucky, mister." "What's up?" "Car in dock?" "It looks like it, mister, don't it?" "What about the other car?" "Out." "When's it due back?" "No telling." "[ Big sigh ] What if I was to come back later,...in half an hour?" " An hour, even?" " Nope." "Well, look, I don't mind coming back." "I've been trying to tell you that the car's out." "Time switch is only licensed to carry four." " This one won't be ready." "All right...." "Sorry, you can't oblige!" "[ Footsteps running away ]" " Would you like another glass of sherry?" " I remember it always made my head whirl in a waltz." " [ Rollo ] Plays the very devil with your liver, you know." "It's all right." "I don't want another anyway." " [ Rollo singing ] There I was awaiting at the church," " awaiting at the church, awaiting at the church." " Yet, uh..." "[ Opens and closes door ]" " Shall I go...?" " Let her be." "Plumb awful being stood up on your first date." "What?" "Your sense of humor is merely tiresome." "What I find insufferable, is your hypocrisy!" "Don't you round on me because the girl's being let down by the local riffraff." "The local riffraff, as you are pleased to call them, are worth the entire tribe of your pretentious friends, the Aum-Smythes." "At least they're punctual." "Because they've got nothing better to do with their time." "And they don't sneak about the place with their shoelaces undone." "Stealing keys." "I think I'll go and comfort Lydia." "Everything to do with that dashed child spells trouble." "[ Door closes ] And always will." "[ Scoffs ]" "Are you all right, dear?" "I hate him." "I hate him!" " I'm sure Mr. Richardson's doing his..." " It's Rollo I hate." "With all my heart and mind and soul." "[ Knocking on telephone booth ]" "[ Car screeches to a stop ]" " Where were you going, Mr. Richardson?" "Mr. Johnson." " All dressed up, too." "What's the hurry?" "Well, I wanted to order a car for the young Miss Aspen and myself, but Blackie says there's no go." " Did he now?" " Right, you come along with me." "I'll soon get you fixed up." "[ Closes car door ] Blackie!" "How long you gonna be with that motor?" "It's hard to say." "Gentleman here wants it right away." "You could have had it done by now." " If you say so." " Well I do say so." " All right, you say so." " Yes, when I say so, I say so!" "Now get that into your thick head." "Now, come on." "Get her ready." "Mr. Richardson, come along with me." "[ Opens office door ] Right." " Sit down, Mr. Richardson." " Thank you." " Well now, if you're going to the dance, will you?" " At the Sanatorium?" " Yes." " Right." "With, uh, Miss Aspen?" "Yes, and Alex Sanderson and his mother and" " Tom and Nancy Holland." " Yes." "We'll be picking them up at the, uh, picking them up on the way, will we?" " Please." " Right." "I just entered it into the book, you see?" "Otherwise, uh, when it comes to sending in the bill" "I shall forget for sure as tomorrow is not today." "Now, uh, Mr. Richardson..." "and party." "Right." "What time back?" "Oh, well, uh, the dance is due to finish about three, if that's not too late." "Oh, not as long as you're enjoying yourselves, no." "Now then, we've got to find you some (cook's) rugs." "A chill is easily caught after dancing." "At three in the morning it can be chilly." "[ Whispering ] Right." "Hmm." "Will you be taking us Mr. Johnson...or your son?" "Blackie?" "No, I'll take you myself." "Nothing ain't fast enough for him." "(Ura by gog), he is." "Does a bit of racing." "Get himself killed before he's much older." "Right, Mr. Richardson." "[ Whispers ] Right." "Here we go." "[ Blackie closes motorcar bonnet (hood) ]" " Your Miss Aspen is she Mr. Elliott's girl?" " Yes." " Oh, bad luck about her father." " Yeah." "How old is she now?" "She'll be 21 next month." "When she does, ha, ha, take care of her." " Thank you very much." " Thank you." "[ Closes door ]" "[ Starts engine;" "backs out ]" "[ Door opens ] Come on, Alex, here's here." "Right ho." "[ Car stopping outside ]" " Come on, Alex!" " Coming!" "[ Car departs ]" "[ Knocking on door;" "opens ]" " Sorry I'm late." "[ Indistinct ]" "Alex's car broke down." "He couldn't get it started." "[ Nancy and Tom Holland ]" "[ Car door shuts ]" "[ Car departs ]" "[ Tom clears throat ]" "I think..." "Do come on." "We are going to a dance, not a funeral." "[ Everybody laughs ]" "[ The Sanatorium Dance ]" " Good even, matron." "Why, Mr. Richardson." "May I introduce, Tom Holland, Alex Sanderson." "Please to meet you." "Delighted." "So glad you could come." "Does this mean we shall be reading about ourselves in The County Examiner?" "I'm afraid not, no." "Mr. Richardson?" "I don't work there any longer." "No...?" "Well...." "I trust you will enjoy yourselves." "You've have a friend, there." "Well, she's very good at her job." "Never mind." "I shouldn't get ("qui vive") for a while, if I were you, young man." "Why, anyone for a quick one?" " No, not for me." " Thomas?" " Hadn't we better wait for the ladies?" " I shall be back before your even are drunk." " And if he doesn't show up?" "Well, I wish that's the case." "Oh?" "He also does it when no one's looking." "Silly way to go on." "Ah!" "Where's Alex?" " Um." "Ah, might know." "[ Kiss ]" "The strawberry ice cream beggars description." "Would you care to dance?" "I might." "[ Alex ] You might." "It's your lucky night." "I could dance with you all night." "I know." "It'd be a little unfair for the others, wouldn't it?" "Who cares." "Well, I do in a way." "I mean, the whole point of a party, to mingle, isn't it?" "I see." "We'll dance again, not long." "Maybe then we should get some of the others a tag." "Like who, for instance?" "Nancy." "She looks so forlorn." "A bit like dancing with an overgrown man." "Now, that's unkind." "Well, all right, if you insist." " Let's go out there gentlemen." "Time for new partners, please." " Let's have everyone on the floor." " [ Alex ] Nancy, may I?" "You don't have to." "We can sit it out." "Please." "Impossible." "Then, condescend." "Can't I tease you a little without being conceding?" "I'm sorry." "You dance better than anyone I've ever known." "Thank you." "She seems to be a real beauty." "Yes." "I never could get tango with one." "No." "You never came to see us once." "I may as well tell you, I think she's very nice." "I never go with girls who aren't nice." "You're too clever for me." "No one can be too clever for a woman." "Well, I think you might have to be very clever for this one." " Cheer up, old man." "Don't look so damn gloomy." "Some people are having a wonderful time." "He's certainly running around like little boys in a playroom." "You can't deny it's like that." "Would you care for one of Alex's strawberry ice creams?" "Thank you." "Two strawberry ice creams." "Thank you." "Thank you." "This is puffy, with borax or something." "Enough to drive a man to drink." "Huh-huh." "[ Music stops; applause;" "announcement ]" "You know, it's been years since we've found violets." "Violets?" "(In spinney.)" "To pin on my dress." "Oh yes." "I was still working for Bretherton then." "When do you come to see us again?" "Oh, sometime." "It's in the (flavishent)." "Why we got sort of used to you." "Yes." "Why not come tomorrow?" "You can wait to late." "We'd love to have you." "Well, perhaps next Sunday." "We can have current tarts, your favorite." "You think you can manage this one?" "I think it can wait." "Tom...." "Edward's coming to see me next Sunday." "(He can't wait.)" "Oh, good." "Is that all right?" "I'd love to." "I can always get out for having fun." "(Someone's tired)." "Oh, I hadn't really noticed." "(He's picking in his staff, and Horace's done some bookkeeping.)" "Bookkeeping, ha." "He hates that sort of thing." "He wants a farm of his own." "Oh." "[ Band flourishes;" "new dance announced ]" "[ Alex laughs ]" "I think we should all send a vote of thanks to Lydia's aunts." "It was their idea, and I think it's been wonderful." " Hear, hear." " Jolly well hear." " Will you thank them for us, Lydia, please?" "Yes, I will." "And I should like to say that the next time we take Lydia." "It's on us." "There's a hunt dance at Grafton next week." "And I vote we go." "Agreed?" " Agreed!" " Yes." "May we have the pleasure, Miss Aspen?" "Thank you very much." "Well done, (that) man." "[ Sighing ] Oh!" "Oh, it's just like a bed in here." "Here am I in bed with three men, and my husband's at home and waiting." "[ All laughing ] I don't (think one)." "[ Laughing ] I really..." "[ Driver ] Hold tight!" "[ Opens door ]" " Till Saturday!" " (Matter day.)" " Don't forget Sunday." " We won't forget." " Good night." " Good night." " Goodnight, Charlie." "Oh, don't worry, I'll pay the cab's home." " Thanks again." " Goodnight." "Goodnight, Nancy." "Who are next turn?" " Um." " Oh, us." " Yes, we're next." " With us, nice." " Uh, then next." " If you say so." "[ Door slams ]" "Goodnight, old man." "Give her one for me." "If you don't mind, I'll take one myself." "If you feel like that (socket)." "[ Kiss ]" " Goodnight." "Oh, well, if there's going to be kissing of goodnights." "[ Kiss ]" " Goodnight, and love you." " Goodnight." "[ Door slams ]" "[ Door slams ]" "[ Whispers in his ear ]" "Could you put us down at the gate?" "Anything you say, sir." "Thank you." "[ Car screeches to stop ]" "[ Door opens then closes ]" "Whoo." " Oh, don't get cold, now." " Easiest thing in the world to get cold after dancing." "Yes." "I think I'll take a rug." "Oh, take a rug by all means." "Here,...tuck up on your shoulders." "Thank you." "Mr. Richardson can bring it back in the morning." "You ought to have one, too, Mr. Richardson." "Oh, no, that's all right." "Yes, take one." " Right." " Might get sweating'." " Before you know where you are, you got a chill on your back." "Well, I don't need it, but thank you." " [ Closes door ] Bring it back tomorrow." "[ Opens door ]" "Goodnight." "Goodnight." " Goodnight." " Goodnight, Miss." "[ Closes door ]" "[ Car departs ]" "[ Gate opens and closes ]" "You very nearly spoiled it." "Spoiled what?" "The rugs!" "You're very simple sometimes." "Come on." "It's a lovely warm night." "They'll be waiting up for you." "They won't know we're back." "They'll have heard the car." "Don't you want to love me?" "You let Alex kiss you." "(I haven't.)" "That was just fun." "Don't let him do it again." "There was nothing in that at all." "[ Kiss ]" "Thank you for a lovely evening." "Don't go." "I must." "Goodnight." "[ Gate opens and closes ]"