A Song Is Born

Professor Hobart Frisbee:
[to Miss Bragg, after she has summoned a cab for Honey Swanson] It's all yours, Crabapple Annie!

Honey Swanson:
[about Frisbee] Yes, I love him. I love those hick shirts he wears with the boiled collars and the way he always has his coat buttoned wrong. It looks like a giraffe, and I love him. I love him because he's the sort of a guy that gets drunk on a glass of buttermilk. And I love the way he blushes right up over his ears. I love him because he... he doesn't know how to kiss, the jerk.

Professor Hobart Frisbee:
What are you gonna do?

Honey Swanson:
I'm going to show you what yum-yum is. Here's yum. [kisses him]

Honey Swanson:
And here's the other yum. [kisses him again]

Honey Swanson:
And here's yum-yum. [gives a long kiss that knocks him backwards onto a chair]

Honey Swanson:
Oh, you're cute. Just a little sunlight in my hair and you had to water your neck.

Honey Swanson:
And I want you to look at me, Professor Frisbee, as another tomato.

Professor Hobart Frisbee:
What?

Honey Swanson:
Just another tomato.