Desiree:
Isn't it rich?

Fredrik:
Are we a pair?
You here at last on the ground.

Desiree:
You in mid-air.
Was that a farce?

Fredrik:
My fault, I fear.

Desiree:
Me as a merry-go-round.

Fredrik:
Me as king lear.
Make way for the clowns.

Desiree:
Applause for the clowns.

Fredrik & desiree:
They're finally here.