Sybil: Yes, my answer is that I'm ready to travel, and you're my ticket. To get away from this house, away from this life...
Branson: Me?
Sybil: No. Uncle Tom Cobly.
Branson: I'm sorry, but I've waited so long for those words, that I can't believe I'm hearing them. You won't mind burning your bridges.
Sybil: Mind? Fetch me the matches! Yes, you can kiss me. But that is all until everything is settled.
Branson: For now, God knows, it's enough that I can kiss you.