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.