[Tristan and Victoria are sipping champagne under the stars]
Victoria:
Do you know, Humphrey's going all the way to Ipswich to buy me a ring.
Tristan:
Ipswich? Victoria I'm talking about London or Paris or... A ring? Why is he... What kind of a ring?
Victoria:
The word is he's planning to propose to me on my birthday.
Tristan:
[crestfallen]
He's going to... And you're gonna say yes?
Victoria:
[laughs]
Well I can't exactly say no after he's gone all the way to Ipswich.
Tristan:
"All the way to Ipswich"? Victoria, for your hand in marriage, I'd cross oceans or continents.
Victoria:
Really?
Tristan:
Yes.
[Victoria giggles]
Tristan:
Victoria, for your hand in marriage, I would go to the gold fields of San Francisco and bring you back your weight in gold. I'd go to Africa and bring you back a diamond as big as your fist. Or I'd go to the Arctic and I'd slaughter a polar bear and bring you back its head.
[Victoria has been moving closer, about to kiss him, but suddenly she recoils]
Victoria:
[disgusted]
A polar bear's head? Ugh! You're funny, Tristan.
[they look up into the sky]
Victoria:
Oh, Tristan! A shooting star. Beautiful.
Tristan:
More beautiful than a fancy ring from Ipswich? Victoria, for your hand in marriage, I'd cross the wall and bring you back that fallen star.
Victoria:
You can't cross the wall. Nobody crosses the wall. Now you're just being silly.
Tristan:
I'm not being silly. I'd do it. For you, I'd do anything.
Victoria:
[thinking]
Hmmm. My very own star. It seems we have ourselves an agreement. You have exactly one week or I'm marrying Humphrey.
