[The Puck hums, cupping his at-once-young, at-once-old chin in his hands, and looking at Jareth with sparkling, dangerous eyes.]

She's fallen in love.

[His grin stretches.]

Now I know what you're thinking, you're thinking: [And his voice changes, a near perfect parody of Jareth's own] 'What else is new? She falls in and out of love like a streams slips in and out of waterfalls.' But! [And his tone changes again while he holds up a hand.]

But!

She only got half of what she wanted! And you know how she feels about halves.