"My, you look awfully warm. May I hang your garment while I get you another drink?.. Very good... My, you're full of freckles, aren't you?.. Are you cold now? Here, let me... There... There... There... Come, now weave us an illusion, my lovely, where we walk in a world that is free of such foolishness... This way now. Turn here... Now let there be a new Eden within this bunker, my moist-lipped one of the green eyes... What is that?.. What is it that is paramount within me at this instant of time?.. Truth, my love - and sincerity - and the desire to share..."