Rear Window1954

Jeff:
You've got to get me out of here. Six weeks sitting in a two-room apartment with nothing to do but look out the window at the neighbors. ..If you don't pull me out of this swamp of boredom, I'm gonna do something drastic...like what? I'm gonna get married and then I'll never be able to go anywhere.

Editor:
It's about time you got married, before you turn into a lonesome, bitter old man.

Jeff:
Yeah, can't you just see me, rushin' home to a hot apartment to listen to the automatic laundry and the electric dishwasher and the garbage disposal, the nagging wife.

Editor:
Jeff, wives don't nag, they discuss.

Jeff:
Is that so, that so? Maybe in the high rent district they discuss, in my neighborhood they still nag.

Editor:
Well, um, you know best.