What a fool I was, what a dominated fool, to think you were the earth and sky. What a fool I was, what an adulterated fool, what a mutton-headed dolt was I. No, my reverberating friend, you are not the beginning and the end. You impudent hussy, there's not an idea in your head or a word in your mouth that I haven't put there. There'll be spring every year without you, England still will be here without you. There'll be fruit on the tree and ashore by the sea, there'll be crumpets and tea without you. Art and music will thrive without you, somehow Keith's will survive without you. And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain, even that will remain without you. I can do without you. You dear friend who talk so well, you can go to Hertford, Hereford and Hampshire. They can still rule the land without you. Windsor Castle will stand without you. And without much ado, we can all muddle through without you. You brazen hussy. Without your pulling it, the tide comes in. Without your twirling it, the earth can spin. Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by. If they can do without you, ducky, so can I. I shall not feel alone without you. I can stand on my own without you. So go back in your shell, I can do bloody well without you. By George, I really did it. I did it, I did it, I said I'd make a woman and indeed I did. I knew that I could do it, I knew it, I knew it. I said I'd make a woman and succeed, I did. Eliza, you're magnificent. Five minutes ago you were a millstone round my neck and now you're a tower of strength. A consort battleship. I like you this way. Goodbye, Professor Higgins. You shall not be seeing me again.