



Lir to Amalthea: "Hey I know where there's some cloth, fine satin. You could make a dress. Please lady, let me help you. What can I do for you? Trust me."
Lir to Molly: "And then, she looked at me. And I was sorry I had killed the thing. Sorry for killing a dragon. Imagine."
Lir: "But she never speaks to me, Molly! Not a word, not a word in all this time."
Lir to Amalthea: "You were dreaming, my lady."
Amalthea: "But I am always dreaming, even when I am awake. It is never finished. I-I will not
trouble you, my lord, Prince."
Lir: "Trouble me? Please, trouble me! I would court you with more grace if I knew how.
I wish you wanted something of me."
And now, I'd like to make a speech about
The love that touches each,
But, stumbling, I would make you laugh.
I feel as though my tongue were made of clay,
Anyway, I love you,
That's all I have to tell you.
(bridge)
I'm not a man of poetry,
Music isn't one with me,
It runs from me,
Runs from me.
(duet)
LIR:
And I would like to write a symphony
LADY AMALTHEA:
Once, when I was searching
LIR:
I lost the melody.
Alas, I only finished half.
LADY AMALTHEA:
Somewhere out of reach, far away,
LIR:
And finish I suppose I never may,
Anyway, I love you.
LADY AMALTHEA:
In a place I could not find, or heart obey.
LIR:
That's all I have to tell you.
LADY AMALTHEA:
Now that I'm a woman,
LIR:
That's all I've got to say.
LADY AMALTHEA:
Now I know the way.
LIR:
That's all I've got to say.
LADY AMALTHEA:
Now I know the way.
LIR & AMALTHEA:
That's all I've got to say.
Lir to Amalthea: "My Lady, I am a hero, and heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned. Unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story. "
Molly: "Then what is magic for? What is the use of wizardry, if it
cannot even save a unicorn?"
Schmendrick: "That's what heroes are for."
Lir: "Of course, that's exactly what heroes are for."
Lir: "I wish I could see her just once more, to - to tell her all that's in my
heart. She will never know what I really meant to say."
Schmendrick: "She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in
books written by rabbits. Of all unicorns, she is the only one who knows
what regret is - and love."