CAPULET: Hello, Sarah. I'm glad to be here. 

SARAH: Well, your mood seems to have changed a bit. 

CAPULET: Is that going to be a bummer for you? A problem for your ratings? No Capulet troubles to pry into? 

SARAH: I'm just here to report the facts. 

CAPULET: Well, let me give you a fact report. My daughter, whom you seem so eager to defend, has returned from Friar Lawrence, kneeled before me, and asked me for my forgiveness. Must have been one of those moody girl things. Anyway, she's over it, and she's very sorry. 

SARAH: Henceforward, I am ever ruled by you, she said. 

CAPULET: That's right. Henceforward, I am ever ruled by you. Fine motto for all good daughters. And wives. Are you married, Sarah? 

SARAH: That's really none of your business. 

CAPULET: No, huh? Anyway, I'd like to send word to Paris. Tell about all this. I'll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. 

SARAH: Tomorrow morning? But it's only Tuesday. The wedding is planned for Thursday morning. Are you sure you want to do that? 

CAPULET: Of course I'm sure. I thought you were only reporting the facts. 

SARAH: I mean I don't care. But your wife thinks it's too fast. 

CAPULET: Tell her to shut up. I can make this happen. 

SARAH: Well, I wish you the very best. 

CAPULET: Thanks. I couldn't feel better. 

SARAH: Yes. My heart is wondrous light, you say. 

CAPULET: Wondrous light. That's nice. Yeah. Wondrous light. Wondrous light. Wondrous light.