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V: The word is he's planning to propose on my birthday.
T: And your going to say yes?
V: Well, I can't exactly say no! Not after he's gone all the way to Ipswitch!
T: Ipswitch? Victoria, for your hand in marriage I'd cross oceans! Or continents! For your hand in marriage I'd go to the gold fields of San Francisco and bring you back your weight in gold. I would! I'd go to Africa and bring you back a diamond as big as your face. Or I-I'd go to the arctic and...slaughter a polar bear and bring you back it's head.
V[disgusted]: A polar bear's head? Ugh!

V: Oh Tristan, a shooting star! Oh, how beautiful!
T: More beautiful then a fancy ring from Ipswitch? Victoria, for your hand in marriage, I'd cross the wall and bring you back that star.
V: You can't cross the wall. Nobody crosses the wall, now you're just being silly.
T: I'm not being silly. I'd do it. For you I'd do anything.
V: Hmmm...my very own star. It seems we have ourselves an agreement. You have exactly one week, or I'm marrying Humphrey.