With one illegitimate child in the west somewhere, Dean then had four little ones and not a cent, and was all troubles and ecstasy and speed as ever. So we didn’t go to Italy.
“Darling, you know and I know that everything is straight between us at last beyond the furthest abstract definition in metaphysical terms or any terms you want to specify or sweetly impose or harken back… ” and so on, and zoom went the car and we were off again for California.
When speaking words of love to someone, remember to bring evidencing support for your claims. Or look like a jackass, your call.