The Dick Van Dyke Show1961

Rob Petrie:
You want some money of your own. What I don't understand is why!

Laura Petrie:
That's it! That's exactly it!

Rob Petrie:
What's it?

Laura Petrie:
You just don't understand!

[Laura cries]

Rob Petrie:
Oh, boy. Honey, look, I want to understand, but you've got to help me a little bit. Now, just give me a hint.

[Laura sobs]

Rob Petrie:
The first word.

[Laura sobs again]

Rob Petrie:
The first letter.

[and again]

Rob Petrie:
Honey, please!

Laura Petrie:
All right, I'll tell you. And then I hope you'll be satisfied that you just ruined everything! That money is for you!

Rob Petrie:
Uh... for me?

Laura Petrie:
I wanted to buy you something for your birthday.

Rob Petrie:
Well, you... you already bought me something for my birthday. Don't tell me that shirt...

Laura Petrie:
Oh, no, Rob, this money isn't for now. It's... it's for two or three or four years from now - whenever I saved up enough money to buy you that stupid sports car you've been drooling over.

Rob Petrie:
Sports car?

Laura Petrie:
Yes, that silly XKG JFK 400 Roadster... with matching luggage.

[cries louder than ever and falls onto bed]