Carry On Emmannuelle1978

Theodore Valentine:
Mother, I've met someone who is very dear to me.

Mrs. Valentine:
Was it your Auntie Hilda, dear?

Theodore Valentine:
No, mother, I met this girl, this wonderful girl.

Mrs. Valentine:
Don't be silly, dear, there's no such thing.

Theodore Valentine:
I think I'm in love.

Mrs. Valentine:
Nonsense, you're far too young.

Theodore Valentine:
I'm thirty-four. And a half.

Mrs. Valentine:
You've got your whole life in front of you, you don't want to fritter it away on some slip of a girl!

Theodore Valentine:
She's exquisite, I know you'd like her.

Mrs. Valentine:
I wouldn't count on it, dear.

Theodore Valentine:
I want to marry her.

Mrs. Valentine:
Nonsense, I'd never give you my permission.

Theodore Valentine:
I don't need your permission, mother.

Mrs. Valentine:
You're just like your father! He went off with some slip of a girl and he didn't ask my permission either!