- Ned Cutler: Cwimson? I- I come to ask you...
- Crimson O'Hairoil: Yes, dear? Go on.
- Ned Cutler: If you, uh...
- [Crimson springs out of her seat]
- Crimson O'Hairoil: Yes?
- [She leans right into Cutler's face]
- Crimson O'Hairoil: Yes?
- Ned Cutler: Uh, well, I- I know I'm iwwesponsible, but-
- [Crimson leans even further into Cutler's face]
- Crimson O'Hairoil: Yes? Go on, Ned! Say it!
- Ned Cutler: Could you... Would you, uh...?
- [Crimson is now leaning so far forward that Cutler has bent straight over backwards and his head is almost touching the floor]
- Crimson O'Hairoil: Yes?
- [There's a whistle and crash of a cannon and Cutler jumps straight into Crimson's arms]