Raoul: Little Lotte, let her mind wander. Little Lotte thought: Am I a founder of dolls, or of goblins, or of shoes, or of riddles, or of frocks...
Christine: Those picnics in the attic!
Raoul: ... or of Chocolates?
Christine: Father playing the violin...
Raoul: As we read to each other dark stories of the North.
Christine: No. What I love the best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed.
from Phantom of the Opera
Christine Daaé... és das minhas!! Apesar de preferir chocolates...
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