Love makes lovers worry.
Love makes lovers fret.
But here's a fact on which we can depend.
Just like long ago, when Romeo loved Juliet...
Love is always lovely in the end.
Romeo and Juliet was a tradgedy, Madam.
Oh, I never read reviews.
Love can start a quarrel.
Love can cause a din.
But love has always been a trusty friend.
Twas a happy fate for Hank the Eighth and Anne Boleyn.
Love is always lovely in the end.
I must point out, Madam, that Anne Boleyn lost her head...
Yes, she was in love!
Love was good to Eve and Adam...
Here we go again!
And Sampson and Delilah too...
Good grief.
May I pose a question, Madam?
Why yes, of course.
Why does nothing I say to you ever get through?
Don't mind if I do.
Love is always lovely in the end.
Love sneaks up behind you.
Love drops from above.
But love would never conciously offend.
Love has certainly been kind to me and my true love.
Love is always lovely in the end...
But... your late husband was a brute!
I don't mean HIM, you silly coot!
Oh... Madam...
Love is always lovely.
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
Love is always lovely in the end.
Love is always lovely in the end!

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