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]