A Letter to Three Wives1949

Porter Hollingsway:
OK. OK, you win. I'll marry you. How about it?

Lora Mae Hollingsway:
Thanks... for nothing.

Porter Hollingsway:
Now what kind of an answer is that?

Lora Mae Hollingsway:
I don't know. I just felt like it. That's all.

Porter Hollingsway:
We'll do all right, kid. We're starting out where it takes most marriages years to get, out in the open. No jokers. You'll see. You've made a good deal, Lora Mae.

Mrs. Finney:
[walking into the room] Lora Mae, honey, if you want me I'll be over at the Callahans' playing...

Lora Mae Hollingsway:
Happy new year, Ma. We're gonna get married.

Mrs. Finney:
...Bingo! [She faints]