Sally: [v.o.] I'd barely laid eyes on him, and yet I was already enveloped by the hot flash of his manly presence.
Don: Sally! What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here.
Sally: I know. It's forbidden, like our love.
Don: Wait. You didn't come here to watch me do my business, did you?
Sally: Hush, Don. I'll answer your questions, all of them, but not here. Not now.
Don: Well, then when, Sally?
Sally: When the crescent moon slices through the clouds like a saber through the strings of a bodice.
Don: Help me out. Is that Tuesday? Friday?
Sally: Don, I beg of you, I must go now. Everything you need to know is in here. Be patient, my love. The wait is almost over.