Not you too….
Not you too….
[He’s pushing against Sylvain to get some space between them.]
Leave. Me. Alone. I have nothing for you!
[He’s pushing against Sylvain to get some space between them.]
Leave. Me. Alone. I have nothing for you!
I didn’t /get/ you anything, so stop asking.
I didn’t /get/ you anything, so stop asking.
I’m just practical.
I’m just practical.
Your perfume is the last thing that I remember about you, so you might be.
Your perfume is the last thing that I remember about you, so you might be.
You haven’t changed, either.
You haven’t changed, either.
And you? Have you…come up with some new songs about swamp beasties?
[Yes, he remembers her song from back in the day. It was amusing.]
And you? Have you…come up with some new songs about swamp beasties?
[Yes, he remembers her song from back in the day. It was amusing.]
Go away, Sylvain.
Go away, Sylvain.