Her Husband's Affairs

Margaret Weldon:
Oh, darling. I'm sorry if I've done wrong. I apologize. I admit I lost my head. I'm an idiot. You could put my brains in a thimble and have enough room to cook an egg in it. But I... I love you.

Margaret Weldon:
[Crying in bed] I'm not going to be any use to you at all. I can see that.

William Weldon:
Please, Margaret. You're just trying to pick a fight.

Margaret Weldon:
No, I'm not. But you needed me when... when we were poor little nobodys. I meant something to you and I helped too even if you did holler. But now, now we're going to be lost in forest of butlers. Oh, Bill I'm scared.

William Weldon:
Oh, don't talk crazy.

Margaret Weldon:
Mrs. Winterbottom told me that... that they were happy when they had one room and a Murphy bed. Now they have separate bedrooms.

William Weldon:
Tsk. Tsk. Awful. Now go to sleep.

Margaret Weldon:
I can't. I just love this room. And now we're going to have 20 bedrooms that... I won't even be able to find you. That's no fun.

William Weldon:
Darling, we'll only have one bedroom.

Margaret Weldon:
You promise?

William Weldon:
I promise.

Margaret Weldon:
Alright. Then I know you haven't changed.

William Weldon:
[Angrily] You can wrap this marriage up and send it to the cleaners!

William Weldon:
You see, honey, there isn't a husband alive who can stand living with a wife who's right all the time.

Margaret Weldon:
Not even when she's right?

William Weldon:
No. It's bad enough if she's a back seat driver but when she leans over and grabs the wheel right out of your hands, that's more than any man can take.