His Girl Friday1940

Hildy:
He's an insurance salesman. That's a good, honest business, isn't it?

Walter:
Oh certainly, it's honest. It's also adventurous, it's romantic. Listen, Hildy, I can't picture you being surrounded by policies, policies...

Hildy:
I can, I can, and I like it, what's more. Besides, he forgets the office when he's with me...He doesn't treat me like an errand boy either, Walter. He treats me like a woman.

Walter:
He does, does he? How did I treat ya, like a water buffalo?

Hildy:
I don't know from water buffalos, but I do know about him. He's kind and he's sweet and he's considerate. He wants a home and children.

Walter:
Sounds more like a guy I ought to marry. What's his name?

Hildy:
Uh, Baldwin. Bruce Baldwin.

Walter:
Baldwin, Baldwin. Oh, I knew a Baldwin once. A horse thief in Mississippi. Couldn't be the same fella, could it?

Hildy:
You're now talking about the man I'm marrying tomorrow.

Walter:
Tomorrow? As soon as that?