Cycle: Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.
Wheel: I'm not.
Cycle: Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?
Wheel: I trust you.
[Cycle opens Wheel's arms]
Cycle: All right. Open your eyes.
Wheel: [gasp] I'm flying, Cycle!
[Cycle starts singing]
Cycle: Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes up, up she goes.
[they kiss]