Mel said, 'Just make it your own.' And she said, 'I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Aye, mira, here is writ 'kind Julia.' Mel and I just looked at each other - 'There's the show.'

Now a soft kiss -- Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss

Aye, well, I've got my garden.

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

The weirdest thing was that we rehearsed in the exact same room we rehearsed in 34 years ago, ... When I went into the washroom and looked in the mirror, I thought, 'Who is this white-haired guy?'

It's amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.