Hello, Matthew. Look at your lady, now back to me, now back at your lady, now back to me. Sadly, she isn’t me.
Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in Downton. Which you could be inheriting, married to me. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s that weird little stuffed animal I gave you. Look again. The period drama is now a musical. Anything is possible when you’re engaged to Mary Crawley and not that other lady. I’m on a horse.