- Bonnie.
- She certainly is.
- Single?
- Widowed.
- How tragic.
- Or fortunate.
Depending on how you look at it.
- We're friends.
Don't let the truth get in the way of a good bit of gossip.
(group chuckles) - Um.
(clears throat) - What?
- You're skirt's stuck.
- Ah, is that what you wanna see first thing in the morning?
- You do realize this is only our second conversation and we've covered both love and sex.
- And shame.
- True love doesn't exist.
Said so yourself.
- Did I?
Oh God.
I'm a most terrible cynic.
Sorry.
- What for?
- The blasphemy.
- You are forgiven.
- Thank you, Reverend.
(chuckles quietly) (soft piano music) - What?
- Flour.
(soft piano music) (dog barking) - [Will] We had good intentions.
- [Bonnie] Really good intentions.
How lovely are we?
- Very lovely.
Very, very, very lovely.
I just think you'll regret it.
- You're vicaring me.
That's all I am to you.
Isn't it?
Is just a widow to be vicared.
- Bonnie.
I like you a lot.
but I'm not looking for anything with anyone.
- I think friends is wrong for us.
I know you wanna lock me out but I think you feel something too.
I can't believe I just said all that to you.
That I believed anything you said.
- What if I can't change?
- Tell her how you feel.
- Hello?
Alright, fine.
If you don't wanna talk, then I'll be off.
For good.
- Bonnie!
(gasps loudly) - Will, I'm here.
I'm here.
- She needs you.
- She's gone?
- She's off today unless.. (grunts loudly) - You got the car?
- Engine's running.
- What the dickens?
- Ah he's young.
He'll be alright.
- No more second guessing or I know best.
I love you.
(dramatic piano music) - Car's outside.
Engine's still running.
- I'm not going anywhere.
I've heard this before.
- So have I.
- I do.
- So do I.
- To Bonnie and Ernie.
- [Crowd] To Bonnie and Ernie.
- To us.
(soft piano music)
