A Letter to Three Wives1949

Deborah Bishop:
Have you any idea how much Lora Mae is in love with you?

Porter Hollingsway:
[scornfully] No! How much?

Deborah Bishop:
So much she's afraid to tell you, afraid you'd laugh at her.

Porter Hollingsway:
Me laugh? She couldn't say it with a straight face. Lora Mae in love with me? It's all she can do to wait it out.

Deborah Bishop:
Wait it out?

Porter Hollingsway:
Yeah, like an annuity till it matures. Like a slot machine till it pays off. That's what she's waiting for. A chance to call it off, to collect. "The end of the line. Fares, please." Don't tell me about love and Lora Mae.