— Listen, I was wondering... Maybe later, when you're finished...
— You're wearing lipstick. You're weren't wearing lipstick before.
— I, er... I refreshed it a beat.
— Sorry, you were saying?
— I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee.
— Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs.
It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
— Tess, will you marry me?
— Maybe.
— That's an answer?
— You want another answer, ask another girl.
— She said you actually proposed to her.
— Well, I didn't. I didn't propose. Unless... Did I? I haven't slept in 40 hours and... It does sound like something I would do.
— My apologies, miss.
— Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal.
— There were a lot of long words in there, miss. We're nought but humble pirates. What is it that you want?
— I want you to leave and never come back.
— I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means no.
Sure, we could go out on another date and another date after that and more dates after that, but life is short and getting shorter, and I want to spend whatever time I have left with you. When we are together, it feels like we are speeding down the PCH in a Duesenberg, 12 cylinders with 400 cc's and turbo boosts and picnic basket in the back with baguettes and Gruyere and prosciutto and Chateauneuf-du-Pape, and you are sitting next to me, wind in your hair, and you are laughing that laugh, and the sun, and the ocean. And it just feels like we can go forever.
— I was wrong. You're funny.
— I'm so funny I'm ready to take you on a one month trial.
— Mr Mosely is open to suggestion regarding who he can rely on to offer him support in London.
— Well, I would suggest the most competent organiser of men in the south... is Alfie Solomons.
— He's dead. And he's Jewish! And I'd say as far as our boss is concerned, him being dead would be less of an obstacle than him being Jewish.
— How many more are there?
— Twelve.
— Twelve?
— Twelve.
— There'll be more. So... who do I have to fuck to get off this boat?
— I can get you off. Maybe not the boat but...
— Where's Nick?
— I don't know. He was supposed to meet me here. He never showed up.
— How'd you get in?
— Door was open.
— Door was open?
— Yeah.
— Open or unlocked?
— I don't remember.
— But you said open.
— Could've been. Hey, what was your name again?
— Lindsey. I live across the hall. I came over to borrow a cup of sugar.
— Where's your cup?
— I said I came over to borrow a cup of sugar. If I'd brought a cup, then I would've said I came over to borrow sugar.
— Touché.
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