I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. He does landscapes.
Titanic
1.8s
Now what?
Titanic
1m9s
Now, step up onto the rail. Hold on. Hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me? I trust you. All right... open your eyes. I'm flying. Jack. Come, Josephine, in my flying machine. Going up... she goes. Up she goes.
