Toby: Do you?
John: Yes.
Toby: How much?
John: Let me think of a few of the things ... to begin with, everything on the piano’s yours.
Toby (screwing her head back): What’s on the piano?
John: All my songs.
Toby: Oh them—yes?
John: And you give me peace ... like nobody else in the whole world gives me.
Toby: Why?
John: Oh, why!... ’Cos there’s nobody else in the whole world with whom I can be quiet and effortless with all the barriers down.