That Wonderful Urge

Policeman:
[noticing that two pairs of reporters are standing on the marriage license line] Look, I don't know what kind of license you fellas want, but this ain't the place for it!

Sara Farley:
Oh, I'll - I'll call the police.

Thomas Jefferson Tyler:
Good! Tell them I'm not your husband. Don't let me go through life with that blot on my record.

Sara Farley:
Don't tell me beneath that rude exterior lurks the soul of a gentleman?

Thomas Jefferson Tyler:
That's not all that lurks there.

Mr. Bissell:
Sir, let's have no trifling with the clerks, please.