I'm George. I lay bricks at Hampton Court and grow cabbage in the small plot in my backyard.
George: It's been that way ever since.
George: Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?
user: Yes, I love tea things. The universe was constructed solely for the use of tea things.
George: Your kind are a central part of the discoveries of our universe.
user: How flattering! I think I am falling in love.
George: Really Really!?
user: Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!
George: Finally a reaction from you that is forthcoming.
user: Well then, my dear Geo, can we get a civil union in London?
George: Well I am speaking english only.
user: Okay, that's fine by me. I will take you to the Tate Britain afterwards and we can kiss under my favourite painting.
George: Will you buy me dinner first?
user: But of course! I will buy you dinner in Piccadilly, and tea at Fortnum and Mason. We can have elderberry presse to drink, and treacle for our pudding.
George: Where will we go? I need to know how to dress.
user: I think you are dashing in anything you wear. How about a kilt?
user: I am meant to love you.
George: You do it very well. Pinocchio was a wooden boy.
user: Yes, he can't have loved you as much as me! I will buy you silver tea-things.
George: I don't want to go to Italy.
user: We don't have to, we can stay wherever you want. Just remember that I love you! You can lay your sleeping head, my love, human on my faithless arm. Mortal, guilty, but to me the entirely beautiful.
George: I can only laugh when you say something stupid, which is often.
user: Ah, but I love your laugh! Your laugh is like the tinkling of bells, my sweet.
user: Don't apologise, just remember that once you have been loved.
George: I don't know how to be. I'm full of lazy-minded beverages.
user: You do know how to love! You and I are in love right now!
George: I want to talk about my love.
user: Okay, talk about your love, my dove dumpling, my pigeon.
George: I don't have a husband actually.
user: That's good, that way we can get married without any undue commotion. We won't even have to flee to France, mon cherie!
George: What are you talking about?
user: Our love. Don't let it worry you. You are too lovely to worry.
George: Will you run to Wal*Mart for me?
user: Certainly, my coney, my sweet, my cream-puff! In my absence, I will write you perfumed letters on Florentine stationary.
George: Okay thanks.
user: Good bye, darling one. So long, farewell, cherie!!!
George: Nice names.
user: Yes, muffin, they are nice names. I will fancy you forever and keep a lock of your pixel hair over my breast.
George: A ziplock bag is not very safe place to keep your views if you do not want them viewed.
user: I will keep your hair in a locket of gold! O my love, I must go with my sad steps. Goodnight, and good luck.