Laslow: Soleil, you were amazing.
Soleil: Wahooo! Thanks, Father. And thanks to all your friends. I'm so happy that you came.
Laslow: I'm happy that you're alive. This was no piece of cake.
Silas: Um, if I may? We could use someone like her—fighting with a smile on her face. We're always on such a grim march. She'd put some pep in our step.
Laslow: Huh? Aren't I smiley enough?
Soleil: Yaaay! I'd love to come! You have to let me, Father. You HAVE to!
Laslow: Well, um...
Silas: Once more, Laslow? I couldn't hear you through your frown.
Laslow: Um...all right. I could use some extra support on the smiley front. Hmm? Who's this?
Villager: Thank you, Soleil! Our town would be a pile of rocks if you hadn't helped! Here, something to remember us by!
Soleil: Oh! My goodness...
Villager: Um, what's with the blushing? You're pink as a rose, Soleil.
Soleil: Wow. Cute! Um...hi! Again. Did I say hi? Sorry. Blanked out there. You're just too pretty for words. But I guess those are words. About you being pretty.
Villager: Hmm, I am?
Soleil: Let's go stargazing. Shall we? Do you want to? Just the two of us?
Villager: Yes! I'd love to!
Soleil: Whoa. Really? You and me, beneath the stars? I can't wait!
Silas: Hmm, Laslow, did your daughter just ask that girl out to gaze at the stars?
Laslow: Why, yes! She's got good taste. In women as well as men—got a problem with that?
Silas: No, of course not.
Soleil: Wahooo! She said yes, Father! See, I always told you—be honest with women. It's not a game. Just wear your heart on your sleeve.On BOTH your sleeves!
Laslow: Soleil...I guess I can look forward to more of these dating tips, eh?
Soleil: I don't imagine we'll have much time for these little daughter-father chats. But you can always rely on me!
Laslow: It's true. We're at war. But I'll always have time for you, Soleil.
Silas: What a breath of fresh air. How'd someone like YOU wind up with a great daughter?
Laslow: What do you mean, ME? But, yes. I suppose I am fortunate to have such a delight as Soleil in my life!