we interupt your normal programming to bring you:

[fenella]

Hector: I love thee, fair Ophelia. Thou art mine muse, mine mirage of perfection, mine world; marry me?
Henrietta: Dude, who are you?
Hector: Your number one fan! Bitch, I am your most devoted stalker!
Henrietta: Omg, that's you? Security!
Hector: I love it when you do that.
Henrietta: *is creeped out*
Hector: I am the tragically wronged musician! Woe, to think that I wrote a Symphony for you. A work so inspired that some even say that it's fantastic.
Henrietta: You wrote a symphony for me?
Hector: I locked myself in a room for months without food or water, forced myself to marry another - who in turn wronged me so horribly that I was driven to suicidal thoughts...
Henrietta: That is sorta sweet, what did you say your name was?
Hector: Berlioz, Louis Hector. Marry me?
Henrietta: What the hell, I haven't got anything better to do today.
Hector: My beatiful wife.
Henrietta: My unbalanced husband.
Hector: Unbalanced?! You whore!
Henrietta: Whore?! You sleep with twice as many men as I do!
Hector: I'm sensitive. I can't take this abuse. I want a divorce.
Henrietta: Good, me too! I've already sent in the papers. I get the house!
Hector: Fine!
Henrietta: Fine!

Hector: I didn't see that coming.

Henrietta: I so saw that coming.

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