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ROBERT:Where you going?APRIL:Barcelona.ROBERT:Oh.APRIL:Don't get up.ROBERT:Do you have to?APRIL:Yes, I have to.ROBERT:Oh.APRIL:Don't get up.Now you're angry.ROBERT:Letras de cancionesNo I'm not.APRIL:Yes you are.ROBERT:No I'm not.Put your things down.APRIL:See, you're angry.ROBERT:No I'm not.APRIL:Yes you are.ROBERT:No I'm not.Put your wings downAnd stay.APRIL:I'm leaving.ROBERT:Why?APRIL:To go to--ROBERT:Stay.APRIL:I have to--APRIL & ROBERT:Fly--ROBERT:I know--APRIL & ROBERT:ToBarcelona.ROBERT:Look, you're a very special girl,Not just overnight.[Yawns]No, you're a very special girl,Not because you're bright--Not *just* because you're bright--You're just a very special girl,June!APRIL:April.ROBERT:April.APRIL:Thank you.ROBERT:Whatcha thinking?APRIL:Barcelona.ROBERT:Oh.APRIL:Flight eighteen.ROBERT:Stay a minute.APRIL:I would like to.ROBERT:So?APRIL:Don't be mean.ROBERT:Stay a minute.APRIL:No, I can't.ROBERT:Yes, you can.APRIL:No, I can't.ROBERT:Where you going?APRIL:Barcelona.ROBERT:So you said.APRIL:And Madrid.ROBERT:Bon voyage.APRIL:On a Boeing.ROBERT:Goodnight.APRIL:You're angry.ROBERT:No.APRIL:I've got to--ROBERT:Right.APRIL:Report to--ROBERT:Go.APRIL:That's not toSayThat if I had my way--Oh well, I guess--okay.ROBERT:What?APRIL:I'll stay.ROBERT:ButOh, God! From Letras Mania