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ANN: Oh Scott, my Scotty. What a dear you are.
SCOTT: If only this gin where your bath water.
ANN: Oh you are a rascal.
SCOTT: Ah my Ann. (Hears a ukulele in the distance.) Do you hear that Darling? ANN: Oh I do. Scott let's rejoin the party. I've had enough air. SCOTT: Well…
ANN: Scotty. (Whispers.) Let's go mad tonight.
SCOTT: Let's go mad for the rest of our lives. ANN: Oh you are a rascal. SCOTT: Darling, I'm serious. Let's book passage aboard the Queen Victoria tonight. We'll go to Paris. ANN: And what would we do? SCOTT: Travel on to Vienna. ANN: And once there? SCOTT: Onward to Berlin. ANN: But Scott, what would we be doing during our travels. SCOTT: Well, I had planned on sipping wine from your beautiful belly. ANN: Oh my, I think we have gone mad. SCOTT: You'll go?
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