[He slides across the station wagon seat, and slips his arms around her. Her link should be screaming with turbulence - happy, a bit frightened, amazed, surprised, giddy...and loony-in-love.]

Do you think we could at least find a way to celebrate it? Not a church wedding: Mayfield wouldn't allow that. But I want to bind it, and share it. I...

If you don't want, well..

But...

Ah, leibe, Ilsa... Mein liebe Ilsa.