Elliot Garfield:
Lady Anne! Lady Anne! The black prince is dead! England is yours! You don't want England? How about Spain? Spain I can get you cheap.
Lucy McFadden:
What are you doing in that thing?
Elliot Garfield:
Come on, let's get going, will ya? This horse has got a meter on it.
Lucy McFadden:
Where to?
Elliot Garfield:
We're going home! To Tara! Come on! Cynthia Fine, right? I think you've got charisma, too.
Cynthia Fine:
Lucy, did you tell him? I never said anything like that. I'm going to get you for that Lucy you big creep.
Elliot Garfield:
You want to go to my opening tonight? I owe you a good time after the last one.
Lucy McFadden:
I have homework.
Elliot Garfield:
What are you sore about? Me and your Mom?
Lucy McFadden:
It's none of my business why should I be sore?
Elliot Garfield:
Yeah, well, since you and I are exchanging bedrooms tonight I kinda think it is. But I'm a little old fashioned. I'd like to have your approval.
Lucy McFadden:
Me? I'm only ten years old. I'm not even old enough to vote yet.
Elliot Garfield:
I like your style, kid, I really do. Oh, I'm sorry, I hear you don't like to be called kid.
Lucy McFadden:
I'm a kid it fits.
Elliot Garfield:
Do you like me?
Lucy McFadden:
Ask Cynthia Fine she's crazy about you.
Elliot Garfield:
Lucy, do you like me?
Lucy McFadden:
You're wasting your money because I'm really not enjoying this ride.
Elliot Garfield:
Lucy, I'm going to keep asking you until you answer me. Do you like me?
Lucy McFadden:
Do you mind if I get off? I think I'm getting nauseous.
Elliot Garfield:
Answer my question, Goddamn it. Lucy it makes no difference to me one way or the other because I'm moving in with your old lady but I want to hear it from your own lips. Now answer me, yes or no do you like me?
Lucy McFadden:
No!... Yes.
Elliot Garfield:
A really, really, really lot?
Lucy McFadden:
Yes, yes, alright?
Elliot Garfield:
Okay. But as much as you like me it's not 1/1000th as much as I'm crazy about you. You can cry all over yourself I don't care. I am certifiably nuts about you. You and your ditsy mom. So blow that into your handkerchief.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 06:57