The Searchers1956

Martin:
[speaking to Debbie for the first time in five years] Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, don't you remember? I'm Martin, I'm Martin, your brother, remember? Debbie, remember back.

Martin:
[pause] Do you remember how I used to let you ride my horse? And tell you stories? Oh, don't you remember me, Debbie?

Debbie Edwards:
I remember, from always. At first I prayed to you: "Come and get me, take me home." You didn't come.

Martin:
But I've come now, Debbie.

Debbie Edwards:
These are my people. Go. Go, Martin, please!