Come over here, Phil; no--close to me.

I wish to put my hands on your shoulders; like that.

Now look at me! Do you really love me ?" "Sure thing, Ninette." "And you know I adore you; don't you ?" "Madly, dear, but I forgive you." "No; I want you to be serious.

Because I'm pretty serious.

See, I'm not smiling now; I don't feel like it.