Martha: Foolish, Billy. I feel foolish. Your phone's ringing.
Billy: No. it isn't.
Martha: Why are we walking this way?
Billy: Anne Boleyn in her wedding barge and, the five years later, the black boat to the tower. Charles II rowing down to Richmond for a bit of how's his father with Nelly and her melons. Steve Redgrave's sweat is in the water, the diabetic perspiration of the greatest - ever Olympian. There's nothing foolish about this.You're the part of history, miss. Shakespeare put his hand in the water, Martha Cosetello walked this way. I brought you down here because I am so proud of you, and I want to see you walk the full length of Middle Temple Lane all 300 yards of it. Go on, miss.