[The Once-ler has no idea what to do. His girlfriend is upset and shaking and all he can do is kiss her and hope she stops. Oncie, sweetie, that's not going to work. Think fast. Think faster.]
Hey. Hey, look at me.
[He stares at her very intently.]
You're the one, we're together. You have me on a leash. [Too intense, too soon? Sorry, it's true.] So don't be upset.
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Hey. Hey, look at me.
[He stares at her very intently.]
You're the one, we're together. You have me on a leash. [Too intense, too soon? Sorry, it's true.] So don't be upset.