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Quiche, Lorraine?
Absolument. Eggs, Benedict?
By all means. Coffee, T.?
No--tea, V.
Earl Gray?
Yes, he is. But let's talk about us.
Sugar?
Yes, Honey?
No--sweetener.
Yes, Sweetness.
Spoon?
Maybe later, when we're alone.
You know, you're hot, Cakes.
(Surreptitiously pulls a ring from his pocket)
Thanks, Muffin.
More spread on your roll?
Butter not. Why are you kneeling?
Dropped something.
Ham! (Sticks out her tongue)
Why the raspberry, my Peach? Sour grapes?
Thought you were about to propose.
Uh-oh. Now I'm in a jam. OK, will you bloody marry me?
Yes, yes, yes! Oh, could I be any rasher?
You're sure? You won't waffle?
No, I've got grits.
Honey, do you want a church wedding?
Yes. We can't elope.
French toast?
Mais oui. Salut!
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