C:Sophie? Of course! A balcony.
S:Well.
C:What are you doing up there?
S:I’m gonna go.
C:Why?
S:Because this is really painful. I should have realized sooner, but I didn’t, or I guess maybe I couldn’t, but Victor and I aren’t together anymore. And I guess I came back hoping that…
C:Wait, wait. You’re not engaged?
S:No. But it’s too late. It’s clearly too late. And it really doesn’t matter anymore because, honestly, I love you. I can’t believe I just said that. But I do, I love you. It doesn’t… I mean, it shouldn’t matter to you, because you’re here with Patricia.
C:Patricia?
S:And you should be back with her right now.
C:Patricia is my cousin. She’s my cousin.
S:How is that legal?
C:No… Sophie… No. No, no, no. Let me explain! Sophie, I’m so stupid. There’s two Patricias. There’s my cousin, who’s here, and the one that I’ve completely forgotten about. More importantly, there’s only one Sophie. Now, would you please come down?
S:Wait, Charlie. Charlie, stop. What are you doing? Charlie, what are you doing?
C:Listen to me. Listen to me very, very carefully. I live in London, a gorgeous, vibrant, historic city that I happen to love living in. You live New York, which is highly overrated.
S:Pardon me?
C:But since the Atlantic Ocean is a bit wide to cross every day, swimming, boating or flying, I suggest we flip for it.
S:What are you saying?
C:And if those terms are unacceptable, leaving London will be a pleasure, as long as you’re waiting for me on the other side. ‘Cause the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, deeply, truly, passionately in love with you.
S:You are?
C:I am.
S:Are you gonna kiss me?
C:Yeah.
S:Yeah. Oh, my God! Charlie!

C:I can’t believe I just did that.
S:Hi. Are you okay?
C:Please tell me no one saw that.
S:Nobody saw it.
C:Good. That’s good.
S:Can you move?
C:Only my lips.