Heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile

– The whole world's coming to an end, Mal.

– I see angels, Mickey. They're coming down for us from heaven. And I see you ridin' a big, red horse. And you're drivin' the horses, whippin 'em. They're spittin' and frothin' all on the mouth. And I see the future. There's no death. Because you and I, we're angels.

– I love you, Mal.

– I know you do, baby. I've loved you since the day we met.