bastian, nervously: so? how do i look?
ben: like a moron...but one fit for a princess...
bastian envied ben's outfit. cool and suave. and he...he
looked terrible...
he needed to suit sophia's outfit but he began to have second thoughts....
bastian: maybe...maybe i shouldn't
go....she's royalty and i'm just...just some orphan
ben, whisphering: i'm only saying this once. you are not some orphan. you are one great guy and anyone would be lucky
to have you...
bastian shivered as he felt ben's face near his.
ben cleared his throat...
ben: if you tell anyone i was...like that...i'll kill you.
ben: now c'mon! the guys will be waiting for us!
dylus: gawd lance! you're not my mother!
lance: no, but i am your plus one tonight and i'm gonna be near you
all night to make sure you don't drink so you must look your best sir.
dylus: i know, i know. but gawd that nami girl is a bitch.
the knowledge of that girl burned his insides but
he forced it down...
lance: well, hold your head high and keep at it sir. that what my father always told me.
dylus looked at lance
and marveled at how a sane person could keep his demeaner.
ben: hey, c'mon, it's gonna be a party!
the others did not share his enthusiasism.
