Him: About you.
Her. Oh! What was it?
Him: It was horrible, darling! I saw... I saw that your head was cut off and I was... I was wandering around trying to find some way of putting it together... all the while carrying the amputated head in my hands. It was terrible, terrible! Please promise me you'd stay close. Promise you wouldn't leave me.
Her: I promise, honey.
(After a 2 minute pause)
Her: So, you reckon my face is so bad you cut it off even in your dreams?
|You'd rather I had a TV for my head, don't you?|