/chokes I love awful poetry!

Wilson:
"Hark! How heaven's light dost cast its shine upon thee.
Vanessa, you've entranced me.
Your beauty
is poetry
All other women are faded into memory."

Vanessa:
"Wilson, darling, 'hark' means 'listen'. You can't listen to sunshine."

Wilson:
"But do you like the rest of it?"

Vanessa:
"It... I... there's... well..." *hisses* "Jameshelpmeout."

Wesley:
"There is a unique rhythm... and... admirably consistent rhyme, sir."

Wilson:
"Ah, Wesley! Excellent, I've one for you as well."

Wesley:
"Oh, god—I mean, I'd be honoured to hear it, sir."

Wilson:
*clears throat*
"My good Wesley,
I cannot express what you mean to me
Your loyalty and idolatry of me
Are excellente."

Vanessa:
*coughs subtly*