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"It's raining."

"That it is, Joe."

"Your shrewish Countess person was right."

"She is a very nice person, and she is not a shrew."

"Well, she looks like one."

"And I look like a mouse."

"Well, if you lost that bit—"

"Enough."

"Do you want to go back inside?"

"Unless it is an issue with you, I would prefer to remain outside."

"Then outside we shall remain. I suppose, now that you're a queen, you have to look for a nice prince to marry."

"It's been suggested."

"I'm sure there are plenty of eligible bachelors waiting to take his place at your side."

"Don't sound so bitter."

"I'm not bitter."

"If...if it's any consolation, you are still the only man I've ever kissed."

"I'm not surprised."

"That does wonders for my self-esteem, but neither am I."

"You're soaking. You should go back before you catch cold. Wouldn't want Countess Shrew to come out looking for you."

"She is not a shrew, and I can look out for myself, thank you."

"Never doubted it for a moment."

"Thank you."

"What was that?"

"That was a kiss."

"Well, I understood that, but what I—are you doing that to make me stop talking?"

"I might be."

"You are a horrible little girl, Ann."

"Oh, please."

"We really should stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"There's something I need to tell you."

"Don't. This might be the last time I get to be with you."

"Don't think I don't know that."

"Then don't tell me."

"It's hard to hold a conversation with you when our lips are constantly touching."

"Then don't hold one."

"Ann..."

"Don't tell me."

"Ann, I'm married."

"You're...married."

"Yes."

"I told you not to tell me. You don't even have a ring!"

"I'm not a man of tradition. I met her in New York. After...after I left Rome."

"What's her name?"

"Andrea."

"Is she beautiful?"

"No more beautiful than you."

"Now you're just trying to be nice. Do you love her?"

"If I knew what love was, then I could answer that."

"You know."

"I suppose I do."

"Congratulations. Can I assume that this is not what you intended to tell me last time?"

"You can."

"I suppose we really should stop."

"Then why are we still doing it?"

"Because it feels right."

"Always a good reason."

"I think so. I think now you should leave."

"Are you crying?"

"It's just the rain. Goodbye, Joe."

"I still haven't told you what I meant to tell you."

"It's for the best."

That's the last of the dialogue only pieces for now. And no matter how much I rewrote that last line, I still can't get it quite right.