- I've found romance. - You have?

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, are far more fair than she.

Go to bed, Catherine.

Oh, I think I'll turn in.

Oh, please, do some more of them love speeches from Shakespeare.

Well, my throat is a little sore.

I think I'd better gargle a little warm salt water and go to bed.

Well, I can take care of you.

That's another one of my specialties, nursing the sick.

Well, it might be the flu bug.

And you wouldn't want to catch it.

Good night.

If his flu bug is as hard to catch as he is,

I got nothing to worry about. ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

When's the wedding, Pearl?

Be there in charge?

Yeah, let us see your ring, Pearl.

You want me to carry Mr. Brewster over the threshold for you, Ma?

She don't look too happy.

She don't sound too happy, neither.