My, my, my, Emily Norman. Look at you. You're tossin' and turnin' at night. You just can't get no relief, can you? You can't sleep, 'cause when you do, all you see is him. You can't eat. Your appetite is gone. So why don't you just tell the boy how you feel? How much harm can you honestly do?
What? You don't want to cause a rift between trhe two brothers? Honey, you shoulda thought 'a that before you started making eyes at Edmund Pevensie even though you're Peter's girl. Baby, there ain't a whole lot you can do now. You're makin' yourself sick. You're killin' yourself slowly.
You think Peter hasn't noticed? Ha. Baby, he ain't the only one changed since last summer. Girl, why'd you agree to be Peter's girl if you have it bad for Edmund? You didn't at first? It's just recently? Well, honey, if Peter's changed that much, he needs you now more than ever. The way I see it, sugar, you're in a lose-lose situation. You can't be with the one you love or love the one you're with.