And now... Isn't it rich, are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air. Send in the clouds, isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps staring around, and one who can't move. Where are the clouds? Send in the clouds. Just when I stopped opening doors, finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours. Making my entrance again with my usual flair, sure of my lines, nobody's there. Don't you love the fogs? My fault, I fear. I thought that you'd want what I'd want, but sorry, my dear. Where are the clouds? There ought to be clouds. Send in the clouds. Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career. And where are the clouds? Quick, send in the clouds. Don't bother, they're here. Good job.