Arthur: Pretend I’m Charlie, speak to me. What would you say?
Molly: I can’t do this!
Arthur: Sure you can!
[Molly gives him a skeptical look]
Arthur: There, there! THAT’S my wife! All right, here we go.
[takes a deep breath and speaks in a shrilly voice, impersonating Charlie]
Arthur: I don’t want to get married! I want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind as I fly through Romania, with my dragons into the sunset!