The Lady Eve1941

Jean:
You have a right to have an ideal. Oh, I guess we all have one.

Charles:
What does yours look like?

Jean:
He's a little short guy with lots of money.

Charles:
Why short?

Jean:
What does it matter if he's rich? It's so he'll look up to me. So I'll be his ideal.

Charles:
That's a funny kind of reason.

Jean:
Well, look who's reasoning. And when he takes me out to dinner, he'll never add up the check and he won't smoke greasy cigars or use grease on his hair. And, oh yes, he, he won't do card tricks.

Charles:
Oh.

Jean:
Oh, it's not that I mind your doing card tricks, Hopsie. It's just that you naturally wouldn't want your ideal to do card tricks.

Charles:
I shouldn't think that kind of ideal was so difficult to find.

Jean:
Oh he isn't. That's why he's my ideal. What's the sense of having one if you can't ever find him? Mine is a practical ideal you can find two or three of in every barber shop, getting the works.

Charles:
Why don't you marry one of them?

Jean:
Why should I marry anybody that looked like that? When I marry, it's gonna be somebody I've never seen before. I mean, I won't know what he looks like, or where he'll come from, or what he'll be. I want him to sort of... take me by surprise.

Charles:
Like a burglar.