Lolita: Oh my Carmen, my little Carmen... Humbert: Charmin' Carmen. Started garglin' Lolita: I remember those sultry nights Humbert: Those pre-raphaelites Lolita: No, come on. And the stars and the cars and the bars and the barmen. Humbert: And the bars that sparkled and the cars that parkled...And the curs that barkled and the birds that larkled. Lolita: And oh my charmin, our dreadful fights Humbert: Such dreadful blights Lolita: And the something town where arm in...arm, we went, and our final row, and the gun I killed you with, o my Carmen...the gun I am holding now