Will They or Won't They?
Oh, William. Eliza, to what do I owe this unexpected delight? (upbeat music) Undeterred as ever, I see. William, I don't think any less of you. You're one of the bravest men I know. One of? Do you want my help or not? Why would I want your help? 'Cause you have that irritated look on your face, one that you usually reserve for me. In that case, you can forget about any help from me in the future. Thank the Lord. You were instructed by my father to look after me. I did look after you. You kissed me. I seem to remember you liked it. And I seem to remember that I slapped your face. Why must everything lead to combat with you? You have that effect on me. Before you start yelling and thumping the desk, will you at least listen to what I have to say? No. Well, I'm going to say it anyway. You are the most stubborn woman that I've ever met. And you've met a few, have you not? Eliza. I'm not staying the night at your house. Think of my reputation. Since when did you care about your reputation? How dare you, William. How dare I come and rescue you? I would hardly call this a rescue. (William screaming) (Eliza screaming) If I give you a compliment, do you promise not to make me suffer for it? That was good work. Your father would have been proud. Thank you, that means a great deal. If my father could see us now, he might mistake us for an old married couple. (emotional music) Good day, Eliza. Good day, William.
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