JO. How can you possibly make a model out of that? You can't be serious.
DICK. When I get through with you, you'll look like? what do you call beautiful...? tree. You'll look like a tree.
DICK. Frankly, dear, your modesty reveals to me Self-appraisal often makes us sad And if I add your funny face appeals to me Please don't think I've suddenly gone mad.
You have all the qualities of Peter Pan I'd go far before I'd find a sweeter Pan.
I love your funny face Your sunny, funny face. For you're a cutie With more than beautie. You've got a lot of per-son-a-li-ty for me.
You fill the air with smiles For miles and miles and miles Though you're no Mona Lisa For worlds I'd not replace, Your sunny, funny face.
I love your funny face Your sunny, funny face. You're not exotic But so hypnotic. You're much too much If you can cook the way you look.
I'd swim the ocean wide Just to have you by my side. Though you're no Queen of Sheba, For worlds I'd not replace Your sunny, funny face.
[Dick turns on the projector light. This time it lights the face of Jo, who is standing at the screen, smiling.]