"The moonlight, like snow upon the desert's dusty face"

John Grant:

Why do you stay in Bundanyabba? [Janette doesn't answer] John Grant:
No, I'm surprised, I mean, you're... pretty, and... Janette Hynes:
And there's a shortage of pretty girls in this town? John Grant:
[grabs some leaves from a tree and smells them]
Ah, it's beautiful. Smell that: peppercorn. [holds the leaves for Janette, who smells them] John Grant:
Is it because of your father? [Janette doesn't answer] John Grant:
Sorry. [begins gazing at the moon while Janette looks longingly at him] John Grant:
"The moonlight, like snow upon the desert's dusty face"