Bertie: What did she realize, Kitten?
Kitten: That all the songs she'd listened to, all the love songs, that they were only songs.
Bertie: What's wrong with that?
Kitten: Nothing, if you don't believe in them. But she did, you see. She believed in enchanted evenings, and she believed that a small cloud passed overhead and cried down on a flower bed, and she even believed there was breakfast to be had...
Kitten: On Pluto. The mysterious, icy wastes of Pluto.