Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.

She's stark raving mad!

And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?

People who don't think shouldn't talk.

It's always tea-time.

Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.

She's in that state of mind that she wants to deny SOMETHING only she doesn't know what to deny!