Klondike1960

Michael Halliday:
Where's your husband, honey?

Kathy O'Hara:
Where's your mother, lad?

Michael Halliday:
I'm sorry, but I'm a little bit older than I look. I surely didn't mean to pry.

Kathy O'Hara:
Well, I haven't got a husband... and I'm truly sorry if I spoke to sharply for your tender ears.

Michael Halliday:
That's all right, ma'am. I like your manner of speakin'. My name is Michael Halliday. Your servant.

Kathy O'Hara:
Kathy O'Hara, Mr. Halliday. If I seem short, it's because I have little time for a wet-nosed, over-grown greenhorns. Thank you for your unasked assistance.