Louis Connelly: [listening to the music on the roof with Lyla] Can you hear that?
Lyla Novacek: What is that?
Louis Connelly: It's a wish
Lyla Novacek: Now what does that sound like?
Louis Connelly: [singing] well it's a marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars up above in your eyes, a fantabulous night to make romance, 'neath the cover of October skies...
Louis Connelly: When I was a Young fello, I used to talk to the moon
Lyla Novacek: Are you making that up?
Louis Connelly: God I haven't done it in a long time
Lyla Novacek: Did it ever talk back?
Louis Connelly: Well it used to, now I just find myself sitting up here talking to meself, like a loon
Lyla Novacek: well I'm here
Louis Connelly: yes, you are...
Lyla Novacek: [watching Louis stare at her] what are you looking at?
Louis Connelly: you...
[they lean in and kiss]