Mike Connor:
Oh, Tracy, Tracy. Darling, you're lit from within. Bright, so bright.
Tracy Lord:
I don't seem made of bronze, then?
Mike Connor:
No, you're made of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it all.
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