Linus Larrabee:
So, that really is a beautiful name. How did you get it?
Sabrina:
My father's reading. It's in a poem.
Linus Larrabee:
Oh?
Sabrina:
"Sabrina fair, listen where thou art sitting under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, in twisted braids of lilies knitting the loose train of thy amber-dropping hair."
Sabrina:
[laughs to herself]
It's an incredible airplane - it's beautiful. I've never seen anything like it.
Linus Larrabee:
Ah, yes.
[returns to reading his work papers]
Sabrina:
Don't you ever look out the window?
Linus Larrabee:
When do I have time?
Sabrina:
What happened to all that time we saved taking the helicopter?
Linus Larrabee:
[lightheartedly]
I'm storing it up.
Sabrina:
[seriously]
No, you're not.
Linus Larrabee:
[pause]
So, your little poem - what does it mean?
Sabrina:
It's the story of a water sprite who saved a virgin from a fate worse than death.
Linus Larrabee:
And Sabrina's the virgin.
Sabrina:
[quietly]
Sabrina's the savior.
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