No Way to Treat a Lady

Mrs. Brummel:
I am sick at my heart when my own son goes looking at dead women's naked bodies. I tell you Morris, it is no way to treat a lady.

Kate Palmer:
Are you tender, Morris? You can have me if you say "yes."

Morris Brummel:
You look... you look very pretty.

Kate Palmer:
I took two hours getting ready for this.

Morris Brummel:
It looks... it looks natural!

Kate Palmer:
That's why it took two hours! Getting dolled up is easy. Looking natural takes time.

Mrs. Brummel:
You still don't have a diploma! Not to mention any grandchildren, which your brother Franklin has three already. Three grandchildren. What have I got from you but heartbreak?!

Kate Palmer:
Do you love me?

Morris Brummel:
Yes!

Kate Palmer:
Desperately, madly?

Morris Brummel:
Desperately, madly!

Kate Palmer:
In that case, I can move mountains. Let's go.

Kate Palmer:
Morris, look at this apartment! I love it! It's so Jewish!

Mrs. Brummel:
That girl is a gem! An absolute gem! And I'll tell you something else...

Morris Brummel:
What?

Mrs. Brummel:
She reminds me of me!

That doesn’t mean I’m not a nice person!

White ! White ! White is the color of our carpet!