CRUSOE (nervous, poor man). Princess Goldilocks, may I speak to you on a matter of some importance to me?
GOLDILOCKS. I wish you would.
CRUSOE (looking across at BLUEBEARD and RED RIDING HOOD, who are revolving close by). Alone.
GOLDILOCKS (to BLUEBEARD). Do you mind? You can have your turn afterwards.
BLUEBEARD (to RIDING HOOD). Shall we adjourn to the Buffet?
RIDING HOOD. Oh, do let's. [They adjourn.
CRUSOE (bravely). Princess, I am a lonely man.
GOLDILOCKS (encouragingly). Yes, Robinson?
CRUSOE. I am not much of a one for society, and I don't quite know how to put these things, but—er—if you would like to share my island, I—I should so love to have you there.
GOLDILOCKS. Oh, Robbie!