Tanya, 41 - 6 сентября 2007 22:55

Dialogue with my conscience:)

IKE
You're so lost you don't even know how you like your eggs.

MAGGIE
What!?

IKE
With the priest, you liked them
scrambled. With the Dead Head, fried.
With the bug guy, poached. Now it's
egg whites only, thank you very much.

MAGGIE
That's called changing your mind.

IKE
No, that's called not having a mind of
your own. What are you doing, Maggie?
You really want to let that man drag
you up Annapuma on your honeymoon? You
don't want to climb Annapuma.

MAGGIE
Yes I do!

IKE
No you don't. You want a man who will
lead you down the beach with his head
over your eyes just so you can discover
the feel of the sand under your feet.
You want a guy who will take you into a
cave with a thousand candles just to
read you a poem. You want a man to
wake you up at dawn because he's
burning to talk to you and he can't
wait another minute to find out what
you'll say.

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