You were right. The world is beautiful.
I always dreamed it would be just like this.
Yeah? And... what did I say you'd be happy?
Isn't it just...perfect?
If only we didn't have to make a choice.
It doesn't have to be a choice.
Sweetheart? A rule's a rule!
Those are my father's rules.
We're free. See?
Well, I suppose you're right.
Tony, we're free if we want to be.
Let's just let the river do the choosing.
“When the moon hits your eyes
like a big pizza pie...
When the stars make you drool
Joost-a like pasta fazool
you're in love...”
I think I love you, Tony...