Lines from the final scene in Ingmar Bergman's "Smiles of a Summer Night"

I promise! Just let go of my ears! Promise first! I promise! Swear by everything you hold sacred! I swear by my manhood! Then we can consider ourselves engaged. May Frid rest in peace. He’s on his way to hell now! Up you get, fatty. Time to groom the horses. There is no better life then this! And the summer night Smiled for the third time! Oh, yes, my little sugar plum. For the sad and dejected, for the sleepless and lost souls, for the frightened and the lonely. But the clowns will have a cup of coffee in the kitchen! -End

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