Gleason2002

[helping his mother take the clothes off the line]

Jackie Gleason:
What's with the breathin', ma?

Mae Gleason:
I'm fine. So, when do I get to meet her?

Jackie Gleason:
I don't know. Things go okay tonight, maybe soon. There's somethin' different about her.

Mae Gleason:
Yeah, that's what you said about the last one. Did they ever find you're wallet?

Jackie Gleason:
[chuckles] Can you stop with that, please?

Mae Gleason:
Hey, I just care about you, that's all.

Jackie Gleason:
I know, ma. Your the greatest.

Mae Gleason:
Yeah. Hey, how about you stay home tonight, keep me company, huh?

Jackie Gleason:
[jokingly] Ma, how many times I have to tell you. Your not my type.