Burt: You’re my light, Verona. My sky. I can’t wait to see you as a mom. Her little hand in yours. And your smile on her face.
Verona: What are we gonna do?
Burt: How do you mean?
Verona: No one’s in love like us, right? It’s so weird. What are we gonna do?
Burt: I think we just gotta ride it out.