Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky2005

Ella:
*Will* you write?

Bob:
Yeah, I'll write. If you'll answer.

Ella:
Oh I'll answer. [pause] Will you post this for me, please?

Bob:
Mr. Eccles, eh? Still mad about you, is he?

Ella:
Dunno.

Bob:
You've no time for him, 'ave ya?

Ella:
He's too old. And I'm young aren't I?

Bob:
'Course you are. [pause]

Ella:
Don't you worry, Bob. And you will write, won't you?

Bob:
Yes.

Ella:
And don't forget to post that letter.

Bob:
No, I won't. [pause]

Ella:
[glances back at the bus] Here's my bus. [pause] Well. [breath catches in her throat]

Bob:
Bye Ella.

Ella:
Goodbye Bob. [pause] You've got to kiss me now.

Ella:
[emotionally] 'Cause it's goodbye for good.