Donald: [Knock at the door] Hey, anybody want to buy a Saturday Evening Post?
Donald: I'm working my way through college. Ha! Oh, you didn't know me. Hello, Phillip. Sylvia. John. And you, young lady.
Dorothy: Ohhh, Brandy before dinner.
Donald: Oh, I only had a couple. I'd a been here earlier, only I...
Dorothy: Only you came later.
Donald: That's right.
Dr. Harvey: May I see your tongue?
Dr. Harvey: Its apparently just a slight cold. There's nothing to be concerned about.
Dorothy: Fine. Well, good day, gentlemen.
Connors: Listen to the Doctor...
Dr. Harvey: Take a small whiskey in bed tonight and bundle up.
Dorothy: Alright, I'll get drunk, just as you say.
Dorothy: Now, were where we?
Tony: Eh, You made a very nice impression on me Tony. A very nice impression.
Dorothy: Yes, a very nice impression. So, you can imagine my surprise when I saw this model young man, who was not fawning on wealth, out canoeing with the very girl he just said he wouldn't fawn on. You follow that?
Tony: Oh, its possible, I may get married someday. You know how those things are. And who'll I marry?
Dorothy: I don't know.
Tony: Some nice girl, that's who. No, whom. No, who! Some nice girl, that's who. And I'll get to know her and I'll be able to talk to her, you know, like a pal. Like this! Like we're talking.
Connors: Well, out with it.
Franey: Yes sir. Anthony Travers, 28. His father is Michael H. Travers, civil engineer, now engaged at Boulder Dam. His mother is Ann Garland, of a Boston family. He has two brothers, one sister. His sister, married to a Boston physician. The boy works in the brokerage offices of J. B. Lauder & Company. He paid income tax last year of 55 hundred dollars. He lives at home. He graduated with an MA from Yale. Average marks.
Tony: I couldn't afford the campaign to get a girl like that.
Dorothy: What do you mean?
Tony: Well, here, for instance, 12 dollars for a steak.
Dorothy: They'll charge that to Miss Hunter.
Tony: You know, to romance a girl like that would cost a fortune.
Dorothy: Isn't it worth it?
Tony: If you hit the bell it would be. But, I've only got 18 hundred dollars to may name. That probably wouldn't even get two full meals, here.
Connors: Who do you think you are? You're only a woman, just flesh and blood, like everybody else. What makes you think you're so desirable?
Phillip: And, which young lady is just dying to go for a little buggy ride? Huh? Oh, come, come, come, come, come. Up hill and down the hill, in a merry little horse and carriage. Ha-ha-ha-ha! Why, now, have I no takers?