Bobby: Where ya going? April: Barcelona. Bobby: Oh. April: Don't get up. Bobby: Do you have to? April: Yes, I have to. Bobby: Oh. April: Don't get up. April: Now you're angry. Bobby: No, I'm not. April: Yes, you are. Bobby: No, I'm not. Put your things down. April: See, you're angry. Bobby: No, I'm not. April: Yes, you are. Bobby: No, I'm not. Put your wings down and stay. April: I'm leaving. Bobby: Why? April: To go to- Bobby: Stay. April: I have to- Both: -Fly Bobby: -I know- Both: -To Barcelona. Bobby: Look, you're a very special girl, Not just overnight. No, you're a very special girl, And not because you're bright... Not just because you're bright. You're just a very special girl...June! April: April! Bobby: April! April: Thank you. Bobby: Whatcha thinking? April: Barcelona. Bobby: Oh. April: Flight Eighteen. Bobby: Stay a minute. April: I would like to. Bobby: So? April: Don't be mean. Bobby: Stay a minute. April: No, I can't. Bobby: Yes, you can. April: No, I can't. Bobby: Where you going? April: Barcelona! Bobby: So you said. April: And Madrid. Bobby: Bon voyage. April: On a Boeing. Bobby: Goodnight. April: You're angry. Bobby: No. April: I've got to. Bobby: Right. April: Report to- Bobby: Go. April: That's not to say... That if I had my way... Oh well, I guess, OK. Bobby: What? April: I'll stay. Bobby: But...oh God!