Anthea:
Oh my gosh, I've got wings!
Jane:
So soft, so white...
Cyril:
The little - He must've made a wish! He's out of control. I don't know how I'm gonna cut it. What am I gonna tell Mum? Look at you!
Robert:
Cyril!
Cyril:
You've done it again. What were you thinking?
Robert:
I'm going to France to see Dad!
Cyril:
France?
Robert:
His letter said he wished he could fly to see us. He can't, but we can fly to him. Come on!
Cyril:
Robert, wait!
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