Hippolyta! Oh, how we fight!
Vases are smashed, windows are broken, clothing is rent. But then we embrace and right there on the floor, among the debris, we have the hottest...
Philostrate! Stop your gawking and blow your horn someplace else!
Theseus
Hippolyta! Oh, how we fight!
Vases are smashed, windows are broken, clothing is rent. But then we embrace and right there on the floor, among the debris, we have the hottest...
Philostrate! Stop your gawking and blow your horn someplace else!