PAUL: Yes—yes, almost. Maybe you'd better—
SALLY: No, let's have one more toast. At least one more, Pakriaa?
WRIGHT: I'll drink with you, Pakriaa.
PAKRIAA: Oh—let us be happy. Friends, I give you the wine itself and the earth that made it. I give you birth and death and the journey of our days and nights between them, the shining of green fields, the patience of the forest, the little stars, the great stars, the love and the thought, the labor and the laughter, the good morning sky.