Michael 'Mike' O'Shay:
[in the library, Mike reads to Doris]
"Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek. Dost thou love me?
[looks at Doris]
Michael 'Mike' O'Shay:
I know thou wilt say 'Aye.'"
[turns page]
Michael 'Mike' O'Shay:
"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet."
Doris Malone:
That's Shakespeare.
Michael 'Mike' O'Shay:
He's a great writer, that guy.
Doris Malone:
Mm-hmm.
Michael 'Mike' O'Shay:
I wonder why he doesn't write a movie.
Doris Malone:
Oh, he has.
Michael 'Mike' O'Shay:
If I were a writer, I wouldn't write it that way. You know how I'd write it?
Doris Malone:
No... no, how?
Michael 'Mike' O'Shay:
I'd write..."I'm fair daft over you."
Doris Malone:
Only fair?
Michael 'Mike' O'Shay:
No. I'd write, "I'm *completely* daft over you."
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