What are you into? Who are you into?

Thank you, darling. Thank you.

She likes strawberries and her sister likes apples.

Learn to be independent.

You want to leave the neighborhood, you want to change the strained faces

They miss you, Madeline. We all miss you.

In order to get rid of them, the houses offered them money to leave.

So you could marry her?

Permission?

To see me?

To excess?

It's your party.

To help me?

Friend of yours?

Animals might love to play, but they don't love to watch.

She likes oranges.

What do you like?

You love love?

What would you like?

My Granny... Ioves... radish... so much...

What do you like?

Where would you like?

Yeah, she likes it.

If you like.

You like haddock?

You like pickles?

You like animals?

You love Poland.

She loves to dance.

Love the very

You love your grandpa?

Like to be surprised?

Whatever you wish.

What do you like?

Whenever.

To die, to be really dead... that must be glorious.

If you don't like the sea, if you don't like the mountains, if you don't like the city, then get stuffed!

And she was loving the prospect of death as much as she had loved life.

I didn't buy these things for my old age. I bought them to wear.

I pursued you not to ask favours but to grant them.

Teacher, thank you so much. Really?

That's not it.

To tell the truth . . .

Thank you, Doctor.

There's a woman to be...