ROBERT:
Where you going?
APRIL:
Barcelona.
ROBERT:
Oh.
APRIL:
Don't get up.
ROBERT:
Do you have to?
APRIL:
Yes, I have to.
ROBERT:
Oh.
APRIL:
Don't get up.
Now you're angry.
ROBERT:
No I'm not.
APRIL:
Yes you are.
ROBERT:
No I'm not.
Put your things down.
APRIL:
See, you're angry.
ROBERT:
No I'm not.
APRIL:
Yes you are.
ROBERT:
No I'm not.
Put your wings down
And stay.
APRIL:
I'm leaving.
ROBERT:
Why?
APRIL:
To go to--
ROBERT:
Stay.
APRIL:
I have to--
APRIL & ROBERT:
Fly--
ROBERT:
I know--
APRIL & ROBERT:
To
Barcelona.
ROBERT:
Look, you're a very special girl,
Not just overnight.
[Yawns]
No, you're a very special girl,
Not because you're bright--
Not *just* because you're bright--
You're just a very special girl,
June!
APRIL:
April.
ROBERT:
April.
APRIL:
Thank you.
ROBERT:
Whatcha thinking?
APRIL:
Barcelona.
ROBERT:
Oh.
APRIL:
Flight eighteen.
ROBERT:
Stay a minute.
APRIL:
I would like to.
ROBERT:
So?
APRIL:
Don't be mean.
ROBERT:
Stay a minute.
APRIL:
No, I can't.
ROBERT:
Yes, you can.
APRIL:
No, I can't.
ROBERT:
Where you going?
APRIL:
Barcelona.
ROBERT:
So you said.
APRIL:
And Madrid.
ROBERT:
Bon voyage.
APRIL:
On a Boeing.
ROBERT:
Goodnight.
APRIL:
You're angry.
ROBERT:
No.
APRIL:
I've got to--
ROBERT:
Right.
APRIL:
Report to--
ROBERT:
Go.
APRIL:
That's not to
Say
That if I had my way--
Oh well, I guess--okay.
ROBERT:
What?
APRIL:
I'll stay.
ROBERT:
But
Oh, God!