April: What are you gonna say? William: I'm still working on it. I don't know. April: Oh, you should work on it with me. April: You should practice with me. I'm really good at that. I will be Emily. April: I'm Emily, your college sweetheart. Is there something you wanted to ask me? William: Emily... April: Wait! You're got to get down on your knee. William: No, I'm not getting down on my knee. April: She'll like it. She'll like seeing you down on your knee. William: I'm not getting down on my knee. April: Such a mistake. Okay. William: Emily April: Yes, William William: Don't make me laugh. Emily, will you, um, marry me? April: No. William: Oh, my God. April: Well, what do you mean, "Will you, um, marry me?" April: I haven't seen you in weeks! April: You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! April: You're asking me to give up my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? April: And why should I marry you, anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? April: Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda? William: Oh! Oh, my God! April: You should've got on your knee! William: Just shut up! William: Here. William: I wanna marry you because your're the first person that I want to look at when I wake up in the morning and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. William: Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. William: But mainl, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. William: So will you... Um... marry me? April: Dfinitely. Maybe.